Unclean!
Contrary to the number of times I've brought it up recently, I'm actually not one to measure my self-worth by the tidyness of my surroundings (or person, for that matter). Yes, I like my house to be clean when guests visit; yes, I like to have things in order so I can quickly locate my keys/purse/bed; but no, it is not my life's work to create a home in which I (or Simon or Wombat) can't come through the door at the end of the day and just drop everything--bag, sippy cup, pants--and leave it there for at least twenty minutes, if not for a few days depending on what's inside the bag/sippy/pants.
That said, this--today--is just gross.
(I Dutched the photos not to give them an even stronger horror-film flavor but because it was hard to capture that much domestic sprawl with even a 17mm wide-angle.)
All that, and I dared get scritchy with Simon when he let Wombat suck face with the mirror the other night because "The person in charge of cleaning up the mess can be as messy as she wants but the rest of you pigs need to have some respect." (Colorful language added for emphasis; I'm marginally nicer in person.)
And yet I guess if I'm going to call myself "the person in charge of cleaning up the mess" I need to actually, uh, clean up the mess. What have I been doing instead? Oh, you know, this and that. Just taking care of some stuff. And things.
But look how often I'm updating my blog!
Looks like you and I are both collectors of sofas. I just recently downsized from 5 to 4.
Sure the house is messy, but it doesn't look filthy. So gold star for you!
tee hee:
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(From Hyperbole and a Half)
Awesomely messy, just like my house.
There is a pile of boxes/bags of mail and papers/clothes/shoes on the chair next to my bed that is EPIC. Its so huge, its so huge that I can't even begin to describe it. And it stays that way most of the time. I clean the clothes about once a week or so, and put away the shoes, but the next day its almost as bad.
BTW - we have that same rug from Ikea. Mine is a little dull from the dog hair/goldfish crackers/oatmeal/crayons/bits of paper on it.
Mess or no mess, the orange sofa is still rad.
OK, I'm feeling better about my own pig-sty of a house right now. Most mornings when I leave for work, hefty toddler on one arm and two bags (mine, Ro's) on the other, I just clear a path to the front door and secretly hope that the House Elves will perform their magic while I'm at work. Hasn't happened yet, harrumph.
omg i love this post. when i see the messes at my house i convince myself that no one else lives like that and their homes are straight out of design weekly (fictional mag unless it's real, of course). thanks for putting everything in perspective!
oh and you are very, very brave. the internet can be both comforting and uplifting and then it blind sides us with judgement and condemnation!
Long-time reader, first time poster. Just wanted to say, first of all, that I love your cabinet pulls! They are fantastic. And I love this post. We've all been there, and since you can still see the furniture and flooring, you're in good shape. Love reading about- and seeing photos of- your beautiful family! Have a good weekend, don't worry about cleaning too much
Love your house. I enjoy seeing well lived in homes. To me it makes them feel cozy.
Messy is way different than dirty.
Like, Miley is messy. Ke$sha is dirty.
Your house is totally Miley.
And know I have to go kill myself for that analogy.
My husband and I call this "put it on the pile." We're going to make it into a rap song.
I didn't think I could love you more, but now I do.
If you ever drop in on me unannounced I'll know you understand. (But I'll still have to kill you for doing it).