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Housekeeping... you want me fluff pillow?

I have a very talented friend who 'dabbles' at many crafts and ends up doing amazing things (see this adorable hat, for example).  I complimented her on this unique ability and her response was that her talents do not extend to housekeeping.  Okay.  Listen.  Housekeeping is not a talent.  It's just something we do (maybe this is just me) to keep from being judged by visitors. Amiright?!  Sure, I also do it because our infant daughter is like a mini Roomba who moves from room to room in search of whatever pieces of food and non-food items she can find.  But really, it's because I don't want to be considered a slob. Which I am.  That feels so good to say.  My name is Danie and I am a slob.  I go through phases with cleaning.  I am super gungho about it and keep things nice and as time goes on, I give up. I suspect I give up because I feel defeated.  My living room is OWNED by infant and toddler toys and push toys. Sure I put them away, but she's just going to pull every single one out when she wakes up so really I only feel the need to 'clean' that space when she's down for the night and I hope to avoid tripping and falling on my face when I wake up for my middle of the night pumping session (yes, I still have to do that one).  The kitchen table quickly collects all of the week's collection (scarves, mail, baby bibs, clothes, purse, diaper bag, etc, etc, etc).  I just don't care. By the time Saturday gets here, I usually throw most of it away and do my best to reset for the new week.

I always wanted to have the house similar to those I've seen on the blogs where shit is put away and nice and there isn't stuff piled up on the kitchen table.  I'm just not sure, looking back, that that's realistic.  I'd REALLY love to see the follow-up posts to those staged home pictures.  You know they just shoved everything in the closet or out of the lens, right?  Or they pay someone to clean that house.  Either way, ain't no body got time to be perfect.  I'd rather spend my time playing with the 4,000 toys and my tiny human than worry that there's dust on the entertainment center.  Part of me wants to do the 'real-life' photo series and show you what life with a mobile infant really looks like.

But if I know guests are coming, you can bet your ass I'm doing a clean sweep.
Because haters gonna hate.

xo
Mama Porch

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