Here’s the thing. I see all these baby pics, and the rooms they are in are so beautifully maintained, and then I look at MY house and…. ugh. Tonight my neighbor dropped in for computer help, and I was just mortified since she walked in and it looked like this. (Not counting, the squash and syrup on the steps — for my mom! she’s coming tomorrow! she asked me to pick it up! — or my work bag just inside the door, or… everything else. But anyway.
On the plus side, really? when I look at it? Let’s see — blocks, books, and musical toys. No batteries anywhere. Not so bad. Yeah, the TV is on, and it often is, but no one ever watches it. It’s like visual radio in our house, I think. We watch the news and then drift away. Anyway. This is my hovel. My life is not picture perfect, but it is damn good.
You’re not alone m’dear:
http://pinkrunningshoes.typepad.com/frogger/2007/07/au-natural.html
Not alone at all! My living room looks like that, except smaller – baby books, stacking cups, loveys and blocks EVERYWHERE. And what’s the baby playing with? VHS cassette tapes, of course.