I love summer. The weather is warm (although I could do with less humidity), the days are long, the nights are fun, and things just move at a slower pace. I love having my kids at home all to myself and drinking my coffee warm in the mornings. What I don't like is what my house becomes in the summer time. I freak out every year because I've already forgotten that it was the same way last year. Because there are more bodies in the house during the day things tend to get piled up or just flat out ignored.
The first place that gets piled on is the dining room table. It is the largest and first flat surface you come to in my house. This is where, purchases, gifts of thanks (that I can't manage to deliver, sorry Katie), projects and and pockets are dumped.
The dining room is also where I sew. This is where my W.I.P's find a home.
The kitchen is a never ending room of piles. Piles of clean and dirty dishes. Cups from various people on every counter and veggies from the garden that need some attention. (I really need to repaint the cabinets. *sigh*)
We have an oversize coffee table in the living room and it doesn't take long for it to pile up especially when the girls are home..
And of course it wouldn't be complete without including the piles of laundry. Clean laundry here, no one needs to see the dirty stuff. You can just make out the overflowing recycle bin in the back corner. That would be the same said recycle bin I was told would be emptied before bedtime last night. Hmmmm, I think SOMEONE forgot. ;)
This post goes against every part of my Type A personality. The fact that you are seeing my house in disarray gives me a panic attack. But I am not a perfect person and my house can not look like a page from magazine. It's just not realistic. I know that these wonderful summer days with my family will be over too soon and I need to enjoy every minute of them. The piles will be tended too and there will be new piles. That is my house in the summer. Is it yours too?