Before we had Trey we had such a clean house. Closets were organized. Dishes were 100% done every night. I literally vacuumed every other day (just ask Whitney).
And now.... I get bottles washed and sterilized, the diaper genie emptied and Trey always has on fresh clean clothes.
But that's about it.
I'm a stay at home mom. Why is it such a struggle to get everything done? What is wrong with me that I can't manage to get a load of towels & dishes done while Trey naps? He's playing great in his exersaucer - why am I not taking that time to dust baseboards?
I don't know.
My dear friend J was over last Saturday and while she seemed happy to know that I'm a normal mom and my house ends up crazy. I think she was also shocked to see the state of my kitchen.
The funny thing? My normal control-freak, perfectionist-self didn't care. Not.one.bit. And it's not because she's my BFF, it could have been someone I barely know and I would have felt the same way.
For one of the first times in my life, I'm ok with being "real".
Because at the end of the day I know one thing... I don't struggle with wondering if I spend enough time snuggling, playing with, kissing, hugging, and just all around loving this little guy.