Lesson Nine: A messy house

Married life has a way of sweeping you into it and making you forget to breathe....Let alone blog. Or at least that will be my excuse until I think of a better one.

As a new housewife, and a new homeowner, (those two things go nicely together...it is difficult to be a housewife without a house, though you can have a house without a wife, but I'd advise getting a wife) I am only beginning to understand the intricacies of both.

For instance, in my perfect dream world, which of course is well based in reality, Luke's and my little nest would always be spotless. Not so spotless that you couldn't tell people live there - that's torture and has faint resemblances of mental institutes or hospitals, neither of which I want my little house to emulate. But clean. Picked-up. Without large piles of clothes and blankets and things all over.

I am told that once you have children, keeping the house clean is definitely a chore. I believe them. But, then you also have a little posse to also help you clean up. Even with that argument though, I'm afraid once I have children, I'm doomed. I can't even keep the house clean when its just me and Luke.

Right now, the office is covered in papers, blankets (from our viewing of "Lost" on Wednesday), and sundry other items (such as three Odyssey cases). Our frontroom has books, blankets, and who knows what else laying around. The kitchen table is covered with Thank You Notes. (Yes, I would like to go on the record and say that Luke and I have begun the arduous task of Thank You Note writing. So, if you attended our wedding, brought a gift, and the gift came to us with a card and a name, and we wrote it down, you will receive a thank you note.) There are dishes in the sink, though that I think is acceptable. I won't go into the bedroom.

However, the house is not so messy that you can't think or function in it. In fact, there is something a little cozy about a little mess. So, as I contemplate my slightly messy home, I am thinking:

A little mess isn't that bad. But, I don't want to let it become simply trashed. There is a line there. One that I hope I will not cross.

But, the real lesson of this rather uninsightful post is something that Anthony said when he was over last night. It is a motto of his parents home, and Luke and I enjoyed it. It is:

"If you come to see us, come anytime. If you come to see the house, make an appointment."

I believe I am going to adopt this motto for my home.

So, Lesson Nine is simply that.

I only have seven minutes. And library computers show no grace. I am at a library computer because we have no Internet at our new little house.

Tomorrow that will be rectified.

So I just wanted to put a little note of encouragement to all of you out there that still care. I am not gone for good, just for a little while.

I am sure once Internet has come into our home, I will once again be telling you all stories and lessons that I have learned. And I have learned quite a few in the past few weeks.

So, I will bid you adieu for now. But I promise I shall return.