Picture this scene. Five year old Anthony is leaping off the fourth stair wearing his black cape, a purple Batman sweatshirt and his ‘Mountie’ hat. Three year old Lucy carries a huge, old purse stuffed with cut pieces of paper and fake money and she is trailing behind seven year old Katie who is trying to make a scrapbook. Rachel is in the same living room playing “Magic School Bus” on the computer and Emily is upstairs changing her clothes again. Dave and Matt are building a lego plane across the hall in the family room but eighteen year old Matt is the brains behind the construction. Mara is on the phone and Melissa is listening to music that is way too loud while leaning over the upstairs railing and complaining about life. Michael is tending the animals and me? Why I am putting in the fourth load of laundry that day and planning a folding marathon where I sort laundry and literally toss each kid their own clothes to fold
Guess what? I learned to be happy in the chaos. I don’t have a living room , I have work and play areas. A table in the living room is covered in a 1,000 piece puzzle and the coffee table is Katie’s craft station. There are goldfish on my too small counter, a huge dog trips anyone walking through the door and the cat thinks she owns the most comfortable chair in the house and I warn you, do not try to move the queen! My kitchen walls, fridge and cupboards are covered with all kinds of art and scribble art and I have too many indoor plants.
One day my father-in-law tripped over our dog (who did not move, by the way) and he gruffly asked me, “What is that dog doing in the house? He should live outside.” I laughed and said, “Welcome to OUR home. We love kids, animals, plants and even you. Just come on in!” Oh, my mum just phoned and reminded me that my chaotic house was very CLEAN !!!