If you come to our home, you’ll likely see a basket of folded or unfolded laundry waiting to be put away. You may even see a pile of dirty clothes hanging out by the washer.
If you come to our home, you’ll likely find spitty bits in the sink from where little kids brushed their teeth in a hurry and forgot to rinse. Despite my best efforts, they always seem to find their way back.
If you come to our home, there’s a 50-50 chance the beds will be made. If they were made, there’s a high chance they were ripped apart by little hands, and I just simply didn’t have time to remake them this morning.
If you come to our home, you’ll find we don’t have matching towels in all the bathrooms. You may even find yourself drying your hands on a beach towel because that’s what was clean and available.
If you come to our home, you’ll likely find dishes in the sink waiting to be loaded in a full dishwasher.
If you come to our home, you’ll notice the floors may need a scrub from little feet wandering in and out all day. So let your littles join in on the chaos of being reckless right along with ours.
If you come to our home, you’ll hear little giggles and feet running throughout the halls. You’ll also find Magna-Tiles and books, along with other toys, strewn about. Please know I did straighten up before you came, but my little people had work to do in between.
But, if you come to our home, please know this is my invitation to come as you are because here we are, in all of our mess. I’ll offer you a cup of hot coffee or tea, and maybe something baked but most likely Hershey kisses from my secret fridge stash.
But really, if you come to our home, come as you are because if I ask you over, it’s an invitation that reads: let’s do life together, friend. There’s not enough time, coffee, or energy to play perfect.