Messy Mom Mondays: Dirty dishes, messy drawers, and clean laundry, oh my!

"Why are you taking pictures of our dirty house??" B asked, incredulously, as I snapped a few pics on my way out the door today.

I wanted to explain that some of us were showing solidarity and not pretending that we were perfectly neat, tidy, and put-together moms on Messy Mom Mondays.

I wanted to rave about how much I already loved Jess and Brittany but now I adore them even more because of Messy Mom Mondays.

I wanted to tell him a million more things. But, as you can see from the time on the clock, I was running late, as usual. So I told him I'd explain later, even though, let's be honest, I probably won't. He won't get it.

Behold, first and foremost, my kitchen. Honest to goodness, this is the way I left it. I literally snapped these pics with my phone as I was walking out the door.

I'm not sure what my favorite part of this picture is. Maybe the textbooks, waiting to come to work with me? Or the pj's that my mom bought G, that not only have not been washed yet but have also not even made it into the hamper? Or the freeze-dried strawberries and box of coconut milk which needed to go in the pantry, just a few feet away? Or the plethora of other crap? It's a tough choice.

Ahhhh, the dishes in the sink. These are a result of clean dishes in the dishwasher, and the fact that with two children, we go through that many dishes. The dishwasher is busting at the seams with clean dishes. And of course I didn't have time to empty it and/or refill it this morning. Superwoman I am not.

So that's the sight that awaits me when I walk in the door this afternoon. Awesome. Only not so much.

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And if the messy kitchen wasn't enough, how about two bonus shots of my bedroom? You in?

This is the inside of my top nightstand drawer. I've almost turned into my grandma...her drawer was filled with meds too. I'm just missing the candy but if I'm being honest (and I should...it is MMM), there were gummy Lifesavers in there just last week. Call me Joan.

But that's not all....




Our bed never gets made. The laundry never gets truly caught up. This picture was taken last night, but those baskets of clothes are currently just sitting on the floor. They didn't get done. There's a possibility that they might, tonight, since I'll be sitting in there watching The Bachelor (oh yes, I just admitted that too) but then again, they may not.

Thanks, Jess, and Britt, for letting me air my dirty clean laundry and helping me make hundreds of other women feel better about their own houses. I'm not perfect. I'm not even close. I'm kind and I'm creative and I'm intelligent, but I'm human. And I love being able to proclaim that that's okay.

Namas-freakin'-te'.