I love our mail carrier.
She always has a smile on her face, kind words for my children and wonderful, sage advice.
About a week ago, while getting the stroller loaded to head to the park, she and I had a nice chat. She shared that she is a mother to six grown children and a grandmother to nine beautiful little ones.
I was lamenting that it had been a day and that I just felt overwhelmed by it all and subsequently, appreciated her smile and kind eyes.
She told me that the one thing she was always grateful for was that she didn't have a clean house, but most of the time had happy kids.
"I never missed going to the park or the pool to put the laundry away and if my friends happened to swing by unannounced, I never apologized for the streaks on the windows or the sticky prints on the door knobs. And as I look back, I don't regret the sacrifice one bit. Now is the time to have fun. When you're old like me, you can clean the house. Or not. It's overrated."
And so, I took those comments to heart and informed my family that for the last week of summer, we were going hog wild...swimming, reading at the library, checking out new digs at Fontenelle Forest, having tea parties with friends and eating macaroni and cheese to our hearts content.
And my house has taken a beating, but there's a weight lifted off of my shoulders and thus far, no one from Child Protective Services has ushered my littles away.
To prove that I mean what I say, here's some documentation to help you be thankful for your abode. You're more than welcome to hang out at mine, you just might not be able to find your way out...but I promise that when you do, you'll have a smile on your face.
Here's to the last three days of summer....