More Lucy Than June

…when you came to my house there was a pile of laundry on the couch or a basket of dirty clothes in the…kitchen?

Or what about if you walked in and saw that my sink was NOT empty but instead housing a muffin pan, a few assorted sippy cups that MIGHT be growing yogurt, and a wide variety of utensils?

Maybe there were a few (or more) toys scattered underfoot? A half a dozen books strewn about? And the remnants of someone’s toast on the ottoman?

Suppose my child has a runny nose or sticky fingers or a ponytail that’s falling apart?

Maybe you see that for lunch we had Chef Boyardee and I’m in my pajama pants and NickJr is still on?

Instead of fluffy couch pillows and beautiful throws you find microwave boxes being used for “houses” and bungee cords being used for “leashes” on stuffed animals?

Ya wanna know a secret???

I LOVE, LOVE, LOVE it when I go to someone’s home and I see that kind of stuff!!! Makes me feel just a little bit more…normal.

Now I am fully aware that MY normal and YOUR normal might be a smidge different, unless of course you have three small kids too…

Little by little and diaper by diaper, I’m learning to be COMFORTABLE with where I am.

And I want YOU to be comfortable too. But, you’re probably going to see some dirty dishes and toys and…potato chip crumbs on the ottoman. And you’ll probably find a dirty diaper by the front door too. (Okay. THIS one Stephen hates! Long story: we used to have a diaper genie, but it got moldy inside so I threw it away and never bothered to buy another one b/c we had a garage at the time and I could just throw the dirty diapers in a pail in the garage, but then we moved here and there’s no garage and so…SEE? Told you it was a long story…)

All that to say…I’m trying to find the fine line between “We’re normal!” and “Okay. Now that’s just gross.”

It’s probably lying under a mound of dirty clothes somewhere. I’ll let you know if I find it….