one deliciously adorable mess maker complete with rashie (girlfriend insists on wearing swimmers) and two year old 'tude.
I shared this photo over on instagram today. It's not an unusual sight in our home and i'm sure I've shared a very similar picture (or post) on more than one occasion before (they may or may not have included a half empty bottle of wine in the foreground).
I'm not going to lie, I find mess stressful. When the house is deeply filthy, It's difficult for me to function and even more difficult to be a happy, present and engaged parent. It makes me crabby and distant and, well, foggy in the head, you know, like a shouty housewife on a Sunday morning.
Yet as the image gathered comments on Facebook, there was one that made me stop, exhale and smile. The beautiful Michelle from Hugo & Elsa left me with a single word.
Bam. Just like that my stress melted away. There is great comfort in knowing we are not alone as mothers. Even though we function in our own homes with our own washing and cooking and cleaning and children, we aren't alone in our predicament.
Every mother that has every walked this western world must have felt those pangs of anxiety as she scanned her filthy home. I know my mother did, my grandmother did, I do and so do my friends.
So, sisters, lets revel in normal and tomorrow, lets leave the crumbs underfoot in favour of stories and towers and play dough*.
* OR (double dare) a silent cup of tea. BAM.