I realized this morning that I can no longer "fake it."
I have a friend coming into town to stay with us that I only see a few times a year, and I really wanted to have my house spotless.... at least clean... even just straightened. As I left this morning there were dishes in the sink from last night's LifeGroup dinner, blocks spread all over the family room (perfectly distributed so you step on one every time you enter the room) and the bathroom has blue toothpaste all over the sink (my kid's are the messiest teeth-brushers I have ever seen!).
I had every intention of having everything in order before she came. I stayed up late... even left for work a little later... still a disaster. I want to put up a sign on the porch that says "WELCOME to my real life." Now here's the good part- this friend won't care in the slightest. In fact, she will probably feel more at home that I didn't put all the kids toys away, she's amazing that way. The things is... the clean house isn't really for her... it's for me (ok, so it's a little for her, but you know what I mean). This is my life. I have 4 kids. Everyone else around me has accepted that, why can't I?