I don't know about you, but I read a lot of blogs...
...and I LOVE them...
...especially the ones which feature beautifully lit...
...beautifully set...
...photographs.
I imagine myself in Italy...
...or in a Centennial home with golden oak woodwork, buffed to an impossible sheen.
I imagine garlands of greens for Christmas...
...and vintage bowls filled with ripe fruit.
Reality, I've found, is a little bit different than that...
...for me, at least!
Here, there is, for instance, oh, so much laundry...
...all the time...
...everywhere...
...and in every 'life stage': 1)dirty, 2)being washed and dried, 3)clean, but not folded, 4)folded and ready to be taken upstairs...
...and more times than not, that's where it stays for some time...
...on the stairs to go up.
Sighhhh.
I love the chaos that my children bring, though.
I love the extra mess (and yes, laundry) that daughter #2 hauls home with her from college.
I love my bed full of wiggly daughters, elbowing each other as we watch a British movie together, snacking on something that I will invariably find, later...
...crumbled between my sheets.
I love the extra meals and dishes and phone ringing and the "Mom, can I...", "Mom, where's the..."
...and I love homemade waffles in the mornings...
...with real maple syrup.
Yum.
