Welcome to my Village
On most days if you’d walk into my house, you might think you’ve walked back in time to when dinosaurs and caveman roamed the Earth.
My 3yo is shirtless and probably foraging food off the floor. I’m probably carrying my baby around on my hip as he’s flailing his arms around and drooling.
Often times we communicate in grunts, screams, visual cues and body language. There’s crumbs from crackers and smears of jelly all over my house. Not to mention there’s probably a pee diaper left somewhere within the mess on my floor.
I wonder if scientists would like to study us.
You see, living with small children is like living with villagers from a remote island. They’re completely uncivilized. They try to communicate with you but do it by screaming. When they eat, they prefer to use their hands instead of silverware and they’re always in need of a bath.
Some days, I can’t help but to look at my life and think “what the hell happened?” Before kids, I would have never let my house look like an episode of Hoarders. But now, I just flat out don’t have time.
When someone comes by unannounced, and I have to allow them in to my science experiment of a home, I shudder to think what is going through their heads.
Are they thinking “I better wash my hands when I leave here” or “I hope these kids have had their shots”? Well, I know I’m thinking those questions at least.
One day down the road I know I’ll be able to tidy up my house and vacuum or mop my floors more regularly. But for now, I guess I’ll live in filth with my aboriginal children and just have fun for the time being. At least now they want to spend time with me. And I guess I can always look for that pee diaper another day.
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THE MOMS
Dara and Emily are two stay-at-home moms living in North Carolina who survive the everyday chaos of parenting by handling it with humor and lots of wine. I mean so much wine. Really.
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Just spent 5 minutes using makeup wipes and a rag trying to scrub red marker off of my 5yo's face only to find out it was a scrape.
*My 8yo looking at her kindergarten yearbook*
"Ugh, look how young I looked. I feel so old. I need to sit down."
Did you know that you can bring a carseat to the fire department and ask firemen for help moving or installing it?
Did you also know, it's considered inappropriate to set up a chair in the shade, sip wine and watch hot firemen installing that same car seat?
5yo: "If you die I'd be so sad bc Daddy doesn't buy us the good snacks."
No one will ever look back and think, “Man, the dishes were never done!” They won’t ever think back to, “Ugh the house was really a mess!” I mean, unless it’s like out of this world terrible.
What they will look back on and think about and remember, is the beautiful time they spent with you, their momma. The dishes can wait. The laundry can wait. The cleaning can even wait one more day. Those precious little moments with those little ones while they’re little; those moments can’t wait and I sure don’t ever want to miss them.
You’re so right. My kids are healthy and happy and I get to spend lots of time with them. And the dishes and cleaning do always take a back seat! But when people pop in I’m always horrified at what they’re thinking! Ha!