Sunday Sharing: The Good, The Bad, The Ugly

My friend feels guilty about her clutter. She's really grappling with it and she feels anxious. I can't give her a hug because she lives far away. And I can't help her clean so I will share how things were looking earlier at our house in an attempt to make her feel better.

*Gulp*
Brace yourselves.


Zoe gave the bookshelves a makeover before we even knew she was awake.



I'm growing penicillin in the sink and I even have a dishwasher.


The kids have stolen Joe's hampers and we have piles of soiled clothing everywhere.


I usually cook and do dishes. Joe washes clothes. And the kids are supposed to pick up after themselves. Sometimes, we don't live up to our obligations. Sometimes, we fail.


But sometimes, we accomplish our tasks and sometimes, it doesn't matter anyway. All the kids want is our love and attention. And they could care less about what anyone thinks.




I don't usually share my dirty photos, no pun intended, but I felt it was necessary today. So, don't worry about those therapists, home health aides or anyone else who happens to darken your door. Because I guarantee you, they are dealing with their own chaos.


You're not alone, my friend.

And neither are you....
or you....
or you.