I am a 36 year old mom, married with three children. And we own a home. Somedays I am still in awe that I have come this far in life! I have a home, with kids, and chores, and food, and laughter, and fighting, and tears.
Everyday, I open my eyes to see which of my children have crawled into our bed at night. I step over my fourteen year old dog and go down the hall to get my coffee. I clean, I craft, I eat, I play, I watch t.v., I hang with friends and occassionally extended family.
I make sure there are clean sheets on the bed and that the floor is swept. Medicine is dispensed, plants are watered and that the fish in our tiny pond our fed.
Sometimes I get angry at our home. I see too much clutter, dust, dirt. Spots on the walls and stains on the carpet. Sometimes I drink too much wine and eat too many chips. Sometimes I yell at the kids to go outside and play, sometimes I tell them they need to spend time inside with their family/
This is what happens in our home. I love our home. My parent's house is no longer my home. I am an adult and I try to make our home where our family and friends want to be. I want to be here. In my home.
Hmmmm, off the link up and read others. Thank you Gypsy Mama!