I never been very organized, which translates into a pretty cluttered house. Now my house isn’t dirty–just cluttered. I have lots of “papers” that lie around, I have a lot of clothes that don’t always get put away, O’s toys sometimes litter the living room floor, and I have been known to leave a dirty dish in the sink every once in awhile.

I thought maybe once I had O, my “clean gene” would kick in. My mom is very organized and orderly–some of that had to rub off on me, right? Not so much.

The other day I was having lunch with some co-workers when we started talking about houses, cleaning, organizing, and the like. One co-worker mentioned a SAHM that had a foyer complete with drawers and organizing space so her children could put everything–shoes, backpacks, coats, etc.–away as soon as they walked in the house. I commented that my house was so small that I didn’t even have a foyer.

“I just kick my shoes off and leave them behind my front door,” I said.

“Yeah, I know,” the co-worker remarked. “I’ve seen ’em.”

Ouch. That kinda hurt.

I don’t think she meant anything by it, but I felt embarassed–a little “less than.” Both for not having a foyer and for putting my shoes behind my door.

But when I got home that night, I realized I didn’t mind my clutter-filled home. As a working, single mom (Oh yeah, I’m single now. That’s a different post for a different day.), cleaning can’t be a top priority. I wish I could have a cleaner home, but I just don’t have enough time. I don’t think O cares that I’m not a neat-freak mom, either. I have more time to spend with him, and I don’t mind when he does something like this:

What’s that a picture of, you ask? That’s O and me playing with “snow.” (And yep, that’s a diaper in the lower left corner, and what appears to be a Duke Energy bill behind O. Clutter, remember?)

O found a piece of styrofoam on the couch and started smashing it up with his hands. I joined in on the fun and started breaking it up and sprinkling it around. We had the time of our lives. And made a big mess. I’m still finding little pieces of styrofoam–even though I’ve vacuumed three times since.

But it was worth it.

Definitely worth it.

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