My life is like my living room....

I decided on Father's Day enough was enough already and I wanted a recliner. So using our anniversary as an excuse I went to furniture factory outlet and found a comfy, overstuffed, micro suede, light brown recliner. I handed over my debit card, bribed my 17 year old brother into helping and wha-la! Mickey meet your anniversary present (and my hidden agenda for it). Well the new piece doesn't exactly fit my hand-me-down/garage sale living room decor so my "cleaning" gene was activated and this weekend I made Mickey deep clean the carpets (thanks babe), and I FINALLY got a floor covering for under the kitchen table to spare it from yet another kid-tossed bowl. Then I deep cleaned the couch and moved the computer desk into our room and dusted and vaccumed about 5 times and for about ten.minutes enjoyed the bliss of a perfectly clean, organized and mostly matching living room. And then dinner needed to be made and life returned. Well, two days later I am sitting on my clean couch (well mostly clean) staring at my living room and updating this blog on my blackberry. (Because my computer is still not reassembled in my room) and staring at the contents on the floor: a chubby little girl drooling a little and babbling while holding on to her own chubby feet, a skinny little boy still covered in the brown and red markers he discovered before going to bed last night and wearing jammies that were too small last summer and don't match, tubs of scattered baby toys, a green crochet hook, a plastic back massager, 3 flip flops, a pair of baby jammies drenched in the water she dumped on herself and 16 library books five of which were for me that I checked out knowing full well I would maybe get through one when they are due in 3 weeks. Oh and we must not forget the half eaten peanut butter sandwhich that was PJ's requested breakfast...yesterday. If you were to come over right now I might be embarressed and you might be uncomfortable in this mess. But when it comes down to it, today anyway, its surprisingly comfortable. Knowing two little kids happily and blissfully live here, our furniture is well-loved, used and worn and things are a little out of place. But there is nothing fake about my living room. It is what it is. And maybe there is quite of work to be done to get a bigger, better, fancier, prettier and cleaner living room but today it is home and that is good enough.