Our Home.

Goodness, it's been ages since my last post! 

We've had Springtime colds here (Lulu's first ever, poor thing), and they just seemed to hang on and on and to last for weeks! 

That, and, to be honest, lately I feel like I've barely been keeping on top of all the housework that comes with having an adorable six-month-old baby and two very messy (but nonetheless cute) little doggies in the house, who, with the start of the warmer weather, have begun exploring and digging in the garden again - and then trampling half of it back inside! 

 

When it comes to motherhood, nothing - nothing - prepares you for the amount of cleaning and washing one extra little body can generate!  It really is neverending, isn't it? *S*  But I had a bit of an "Aha!" moment this morning:

I was sitting in my lounge room, looking at all the cloth nappies and wipes hanging up to dry in one corner, little piles of folded baby clothes and washcloths ready to be put away, washing up to be done at the kitchen sink, and dog and baby toys strewn around the room... 

And suddenly I remembered back to the time when, living alone in a spotless house, I so longed for just this - a home with a slightly messy, 'lived-in', cosy feel to it; which, to my mind, was an indication of a happy, relaxed, interesting family living therein. 

Signs of life being lived. 

Together!

Back then, when it was just me, the house was a bit too perfect.  Everything had it's place and it felt almost too tidy.  And, I suppose, a little empty, really.

And then and there this morning, I decided that I am not going to look around and see all the things that need to be done here any more!

Instead, from now on, I choose to look around and love my happy, lived-in, imperfect, and slightly messy little home..

Because this is what I always dreamt of!  :-)