What follows are pictures taken Saturday night at my house when it was just "us girls" (minus the presence of 4 year old's Adam and Jackson). Amy, Lisa, Michele and I all slumber partied at my house with our kids while the guys were at Boys' Round-Up. On Saturday, prior to taking a field trip to the pool, we played drill sargeants (Michele and I are especially good at this) and mandated that the kids pick up their messes so that the house looked pretty darn clean before we left. These pictures were taken about 3 hours after we returned..... how quickly things can change-
I was thinking about these pictures while laying in bed Saturday night and I thought about how two different people could come to two totally different conclusions about what the mess represented. Here's what I came up with:
THE CARE-FREE, CREATIVE, NURTURING MOM WOULD SAY:
-"How fantastic, look at the beauty and creativity of those pictures"
-"Think how much imagination was expended in pretending and make-believe"
-"What a special opportuniy for five little girls to play together, not argue or fight, and simply be children - Marvelous!"
NOW ON TO THE FLIP SIDE-
THE MOM BENT TOWARDS RESPONSIBILITY, ORDER, AND CONTROL WOULD SAY:
-"Do these kids have an ounce of respect? Did we not just clean this all up three hours ago?"
-"Nobody (addressed to adults) touch this mess, this will be a great learning experience for the kids when they get to clean this all up first thing in the morning"
-"I guess they'll be learning a lesson when all of their wonderful works of art will be "recycled", because they decided to leave them all out"
Any guesses as to which "Mom" I relate to most? If you said the first mom, you clearly haven't been reading my blog that long. Now, that is not to say I can't "appreciate" the first mom's perspective. Maybe, perhaps, even wish I was her. However, that is not me - and while I won't go as far as to say I'm as extreme as the second mom - thoughts such as those certainly roam my mind when exposed to messes of such a grand scale (particularly after just cleaning).
Lisa and my friend Nancy were chatting and Nancy admitting to being physically and emotionally uneasy when her house is out of order. I found myself nodding vehemently and wanting to shout, "Amen". Ranging from slightly, "off kilter" to "on the edge" my emotions are truly affected by the order of my home. If it is clean - and we're leaving for the day, there is a majestic sense of peace and happiness I have that it is remaining that way and will greet me in that state when I return. When it is dirty, I simply try to compartmentalize (and sometimes avoid coming home for a while).......
Any insights from the rest of you?