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Yesterday the kids and I went to work with Daddy.  Daddy works for a new home builder in a beautifully decorated 5000 square foot home.  I found myself salivating over the Corian countertops, tray ceilings, spacious rooms, and especially the WALK-IN closets!  The green-eyed monster came bubbling up inside and I was thinking, “Man I need a house like this!”  I think one of the closets was as big as one of my kids’ room…maybe I’m exaggerating but you get the idea of how the devil was just sitting on my shoulder whispering in my ear, “You deserve better…you should have a bigger house…”  It was indeed huge, beautiful and brand spanking new.  The smell of Benjamin Franklin paint was still fresh in the air.  It was perfect in every way.  The nic-nacs were dusted and perfectly placed. Coordinating bed linens, curtains and even the wall hangings complete a look of elegance and class.  The master bathroom was out of a Calgon commercial.  Whirlpool tub surrounded with vanilla candles and a luffa bar (I would actually use a luffa bar if I had a bathroom like that, honest!) Not a wrinkle, spec of dust, or clutter to be seen.  The company spared no expense when decorating and furnishing this home.  Everything has a place and everything was in it.  It was oddly refreshing and depressing at the same time.  I thought to myself, “if only….”

Then I returned to my home.  Toys scattered about, dishes in the sink, clutter on the TV, stacks of magazines next to the love seat, dirty clothes piled on the bedroom floors, beds unmade, paw prints showing on the hard wood floors, dust bunnies peaking out from under the sofa, and the list goes on.

I stood in the middle of the disarray envisioning myself in that model home, angels serenading me in the background but was snapped back to reality when my son ran over my foot with his monster truck.

I laughed and thought, “This is what a real home looks like.”

The toys are a constant reminder that I have two beautiful, happy-go-lucky toddlers who enjoy life, playing and of course their toys. Their laughter and pitter-patter fill this house with warmth.

The dishes were still laying in the sink because last night after supper we decided to go outside and take advantage of what was left of the daylight and have a family water gun fight.  A decision I will make every time and never regret.

The clutter on the TV isn’t really’s just a landing point for things we love.  Family portrait, other pictures of the kids, my Christmas present from Mr. Tolerable (a hand-drawn picture of the kids I need to order a frame for), and the kids DVD’s which have to stay out of reach or they will be scratched beyond repair.

The stack of Blood-Horse Magazine, The Outdoor Photographer, Trailer Life Magazine and Musician’s Friend are a sampling of my husband’s hobbies, loves, and passions.  He is the most eclectic and interesting person I have ever met and broad range of magazines showcases that .  Often at night, after the kids are in bed and I am lost in the blogasphere, Jim will flip through some of the glossy pages and read aloud an article he finds interesting, sparking a conversation.

Because of a play date we had yesterday, the laundry didn’t get done (well, that and the fact that I HATE TO DO LAUNDRY – IT IS THE BANE OF MY EXISTENCE).  We went outside and played in the sandbox and the pool with our friends.  We are blessed to have great friends to fill our days with fun and laughter.

The paw prints and dust bunnies are from our two wonderful, kid-friendly, gentle golden retrievers, Senna and Ripley.  They were the first “people” I told I was pregnant BOTH TIMES. They don’t mind acting as a furry bean bag for Jackson while he is watching Go Diego Go.  They really are members of this family.

Jim and I had a rare morning nap while the kids ate their breakfast and watch TV in their high chairs.  It was some of the most relaxing and restful sleep either of us have had in a while.  We have no idea how or why the kids let us sleep for almost an hour and forty-five minutes but we were beyond grateful for the sleep we were granted.  Because of this wonderful nap, we had to rush out of the house, leaving beds unmade to get to Jim’s work on time.

I would take my house, complete with clutter, toys, and general messiness over an empty, perfect house any day.  I am blessed beyond my wildest dreams.  From now on when that little devil sits on my shoulder and tells me I need more I will just flip him off (my shoulder).

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  • Why I Write this Stuff

    My children called me Bobby when they were toddlers due to not being able to prounounce "Mommy." They are now 7 and 8 years old and I am Mommy. But my real name is Mandy. I just do this so I can keep in touch with the REAL me. Being a Bobby is a dream I thought I may never realize and I do not take it for granted. I homeschool (more specifically unschool) my two children and it's easy to lose yourself in the tasts of the day. I just want to make sure that after 19 or so years have passed,and my kids have moved out, I'm not stuck looking in the mirror and squinting in hopes of seeing Mandy again.