Being school holidays, there’s a lot of mess in the house. This shot only shows one area but I quite literally could have pointed that Polaroid anywhere and it still would have spat out a photo of disarray.
And I’m grateful for it. Mess means living is happening. Mess means that more time is spent chatting when a meal is finished than clearing up. Mess means children are getting every craft activity out and doing it for half an hour before moving on to the next one.
And mess means there are people in the house. That my life is full of all the right things. And it serves to remind me that life itself is messy and unpredictable and unordered and unable to be tamed. And that I wouldn’t want it any other way.
Yes. Mess is good. And I’m grateful for it.
And dishwashers. I’m also definitely grateful for dishwashers.