My house, my home

It's not perfect, it's not spotless, somedays I'm lucky if I can call it clean. But it's my house, my home. It shelters my babes, it warms us from the cold, it holds us together when the world would rather us be separated, each doing their own thing. It comforts the heart...Its our home. Don't diss it, don't tell me it's out of control cause it's messier then yours. Last I checked there's 10 people living here in these walls, that means it's impossible for it to look like yours for longer than 10 minutes. I'm so glad my house looks like it does, pencil drawings on the walls, fingerprints on the windows, and bottles in the sink. That may say disorder to you, but to me it screams LIFE! Our life. And our life wouldn't be the same without tracks of wet snow in our entryway from a chilled child who just made a snow fort and is now seeking the warmth of our kitchen and a mug of hot cocoa. It wouldn't be the same without damp towels in the bathroom from a marathon bathtime of 7 in and out of the tub, water all over the floor from splashing eachother. There WILL be toys everywhere because toys are "played" with here, not merely looked at. There will be crumbs on the floor because my children actually eat here, not at daycare or fastfood. There will be laundry because I prefer my children to wear clean clothes and look nice. You WILL find things hidden underneath couches and beds because our children help clean their home and are still learning that we don't cram things into hiding places. These walls. They are called our home, and I will be content in the clutter and the chaos that many little ones bring. I will even celebrate it and refuse to let it stress me out. One day they'll be grown and in homes of their own, and my house will be clean, spotless even, but no doubt it will be lonely...and lonely is one thing I never am now. Because of my home. It's full of living, sweet breathing individuals. Individuals who call these four walls their home.