We’ve been without internet for the past week. Yes, a whole, entire, week!
I felt badly that I could not continue my weekly routine of uploading my motherhood post on Sunday. I’ve only been doing this for four…five weeks, and already I’m hooked!
So….that being said (and sorry it’s late!),
52:5 | Motherhood is: dirty |
Yes, life can be messy… We clean up after our young ones, we sort, wash, fold, [sort, wash, fold…sort, wash, fold…sigh] laundry, we do the dishes, we tidy up…there is always some sort of mess about us.
Dirt is different. It’s not mess, it’s dirt. No, you don’t really want dirt in your house, but a little dirt never killed anyone, did it?
With the constant rain (will it ever end?!), we have to make light of the weather we are given and head outdoors despite the mud, cool temperatures, and dirt. If we didn’t, we’d go crazy in our west-coast, wet-weather days.
I figure, you’ve got to get a little dirty in order to really have fun. Sure, I could be uptight that the dirt will get tracked through the house, that I’ll have to vacuum the floor yet again, once we all get in and undressed (and someone, likely the dog) runs through the living room with muddy feet. But, I don’t really care. I want us to have fun-even if it means getting wet, or dirty.
If I was scared of dirt, I wouldn’t have captured a few of these wet, muddy, moments. And these moments make it soooo worth it.