The Picture From My Eyes: When I get up for the day and start doing my daily chores I feel like my house could eat me alive for breakfast some mornings. I always keep my home fairly clean, clean enough that I could have people stop by with out being embarrassed. In my mind I look around and know that I haven't cleaned the cupboards in months, I need to vacuum, and those dishes in the sink might as well be touching the ceiling they look so overwhelming. One day I was standing looking at my house and feeling overwhelmed.
I all the sudden hear Malia squeal for excitement I turn to see her pulling herself up to stand on her bouncer chair! I then remember something my Father In-Law told me while I was pregnant. "Your house will be a toy box, and that's
ok!"
So today that is my motto "My house is a toy box and that's ok because I would rather be playing with my little girl".
