What a Mess

Mountains of dirty clothing. A sink full of dirty dishes. Blocks, trucks and other miscellaneous toys spread around the floor, waiting for a bare foot to step on them. A little boy yelling and screaming and laughing over the sound of a TV playing Bambi over and over and over again. One hour per day spent cleaning and picking up along with at least half the day on weekends just devoted to more in depth actual house cleaning and yet it seems no matter how much time and effort I put into cleaning and picking up the work never ends. More dishes and laundry continue to pile up as I get the original piles cleaned and put away. Toys put in toy boxes or on shelves end up back all over the house again the next morning. Young boys with too much energy don't know what quiet means or the purpose of such a horrible thing. 

My life, at the present time, is a mess. I can't seem to balance work with friends and family and church and personal time like hobbies and trying to work out. And yet, much like the song, it's a beautiful mess. It's one I'm grateful for. The dirty dishes are proof of many good meals eaten together. Dirty laundry from a little boys' many adventures outdoors and a working mom coming home to cuddle her dog and cats and dirty little boy. Toys from a little boy's non stop imagination and playtime. I'm sure in the future life will slow down and turn neater and easier but in the meantime I'm going to hold on to each and every moment of this messy dirty life, knowing when I grow old I will have these memories to hold as treasures.