Hawaiian Punch, coffee, diet Mountain Dew, salsa, wine, projectile vomit; you name it and it has been on my floor! I use to take pride in having a neat and orderly home, but with a husband, two boys and a Doberman, there is only so much a Mom can do. And quite frankly, it is exhausting trying to keep up with every drip of “red” juice or Cheerio crumb spilled. Embarrassed, frustrated and tired of always cleaning up messes, I implemented a new rule; “no food or drinks in the den” and quickly scheduled an appointment for our carpets to be steam cleaned.
It took my three year old telling my husband, “you can’t eat in there” and the carpet cleaning professional saying, “this is not bad” for me to realize, it really is not that bad. When I look back, every stain, drip and spill has a wonderful memory attached to it. And isn’t that what parenting is about, making memories? Are my T’s really going to remember who dropped a chip with salsa on it? Or will they remember the family playing Taboo on Christmas Eve? I reckon the latter.
There is a saying, “Good Moms have sticky floors, messy kitchens, laundry piles and happy kids” and I’m making the choice to embrace it, crumbs and all.