I often despair about the state of my home. It's a reoccurring theme here at The Beetle Shack.
Being a pleasure seeker, tidiness doesn't come naturally. I'd rather be doing just about anything else. Painting in my studio, reading stories to the kids, building Duplo towers or couch slouching all sound appealing.
Yet sometimes I still get that pang of anxiety about the fluff balls down the hall.
Do you know whose wise voice springs to my mind at those times?
The voice of a wonderfully fabulous woman who I have known all of my life. I grew up with her children and completely adore them. She is creative and interesting and very, very clean.
Way back here she left this message;
"My kids have never thanked me for being clean. They only remember the time you spend with them".
Today as I tried to do twenty seven million things at once (none of which i did very well) I heard her words .... and did nothing about it.... but tomorrow, TOMORROW, I'll be the worlds best mother- promise.
'They only remember the time you spend with them'.
Tools down mums.