Friday, January 20, 2012

project 52.2


I've already given up the idea of having a clean house.  

Like for the next 18 years.

This is my nightstand.  I mean, seriously?  Could I fit one more thing in this little space beside my bed?  All the necessary gear is there.  The video monitor, that stupid pump (that is still a part of our every day routine),  the diaper caddy that is hidden somewhere under those blankets (probably one of my very favorite baby items), baby wise, my cell phone and a cold cup of coffee (I've also given up my really hot cup of coffee in the mornings.  I still have my coffee.  But I'm having a good morning if I get to drink it while it's still luke warm).  

I fought it for a while.  Wanting everything to still be orderly and in it's place.  And some days it's worth it.  But most days?  I'd much rather be reading a book, playing with rattles, or getting a sweet smile from my crazy noises and faces.  Or sleeping! 

I read a quote from a great blog the other day:

"No child ever fell asleep with a smile on their face because Mama dusted the dining room."

So, yes, life is messy with the two of you.  But you know what?  I'd choose for you to fall asleep with a smile on your face every night and never dust the dining room again.

I never liked dusting anyway!

See other Project 52s, here.


  1. That is such a great quote. I also gave up a clean house 7.5 months ago! My Project 52 post this week is about how motherhood is "mouthy" at

  2. throw away babywise and replace with Happiest Baby on the Block!

  3. This hung in my house for ..... yes about 18 years.

    Excuse This House
    Some houses try to hide the fact
    That children shelter there.
    Ours boasts of it quite openly,
    The signs are every where.

    For smears are on the windows,
    Little smudges on the doors;
    I should apologize I guess
    For toys strewn on the floor.

    But I sat down with the children
    And we played and laughed and read,
    And if the doorbell doesn't shine,
    Their eyes will shine instead.

    For when at times I'm forced to
    Choose the one job or the other,
    I want to be a housewife...
    But first I'll be a mother.