A birthmother at one of the blogs I read wrote about viewing adoptive parent profiles. She did not like to see the spotless houses. She wanted to see the house at 2 in the morning when you’ve been up all night with the baby. I can’t exactly do that, but, in deference to her, I am going to post pictures of how messy my house has been since early January. It is not quite so messy now, and, God-willing, it will never be this messy again.
Here is a tour of my house, had you been here a mere 2 weeks ago…
First, you come in the door, and there’s a tiny foyer:
Why yes, that is our living Christmas tree blocking the way into the house, along with bags of stuff to get rid of. Squeeze past it, and you’re in the living room:
As you can see, all of Jack’s toys are pushed into the corner; the bookcases, books, filing cabinets, and cat tree section off the room; and the coffee table and couch are covered in stuff. OK, well, it’s just Max on the couch.
If you turn your head to the left, you see the stairs:
You may notice they’re painted white. Last May, we decided to tear out the carpet and put in bamboo floors downstairs. Max tore the carpet off the stairs as well. But, we need to get someone to do the stairs, and that’s going to cost quite a bit of money. We don’t know precisely what we want to do, either. So the stairs are just white.
Go up the stairs, and at the top, is Jack’s bathroom (soon, we hope, to be the kids’ bathroom):
Actually, that’s what it looks like most of the time, minus the towels on the floor. I am very adamant that clothes and towels do not belong on the floor. Teaching the 5 year old that… well, first, I have to teach the 34 year old to do that…
Anyway, speaking of the five year old, here’s his room:
His room is messy about half the time. Now that he’s 5, we’re expecting him to keep it cleaner by himself, but that’s going to be a process. Until very recently, all of the stuffed animals lived in his room too.
I know I have a picture of his clean room around here somewhere…
As you can see, the boy has a lot of books and stuffed animals. He makes up stories about the stuffed animals, and we play pretend with them a lot. I did that when I was little, too.
Now, next Jack’s room is the baby’s room, but I’m not going to show you that. Nope – I’m waiting for the big reveal. <Insert evil laugh here.>
Down the hall, there is the master bedroom:
All of the stuff from the old office was in there. That box in the foreground is my wedding dress. I had to walk through that maze every night to get to my side of the bed. Our bed, by the way, is hardly ever made. Why make the bed when it’s just going to get rumpled again?
We have a bathroom attached. We call it the hotel bathroom, because the sinks are separate from the toilet and shower/bath. It used to be painted a kind of creamy color. Now, it’s purple! Lilac, to be exact.
Back down the stairs… well, you saw the living room. If you go left and back, you go to the dining room and kitchen.
Now, the dining room was the site of a great deal of construction. It’s constitution changed daily. There was so much dust in there, we couldn’t eat in there for 2 weeks. Mostly, we went out, which gets really expensive. That shade of green? Envy. Max painted that room too.
I don’t actually have any pictures of the kitchen, because some things just should not be preserved for posterity. I do have a picture of the dining room table, looking into the new office:
There are two more rooms downstairs that aren’t shown – the bathroom and the laundry room. The downstairs bath actually never got that bad. It’s just too small to take a picture of. The laundry room is still a mess, and it’s just hard to take a picture of.
Oh, you want to see the new office? Next time…