Still Not Sorry

I posted my last blog very late last night so I could not show you The Mess I am not sorry for. I realize that some of The Mess may not seem like it to some people, but to me, it is The Mess. I guarantee, you will think I have The Mess by the next post. (This is too long to contain it all)

Just because I am not sorry for The Mess does not mean I would not change it. In fact, a lot of these things will be picked up or taken care of over the course of the day. The Mess won't go away, but I will fight it. I am simply not going to let The Mess bother me enough to make me change it if you were to drop by unexpectedly. I do not like the mess, I tolerate it. So I took a couple pictures of each room as it stands and will tell you what particular pieces of The Mess I will not apologize for, even if I would change it if I could. This is my house as it is right now when I got up.

Master bedroom.

I am not sorry for the unmade bed. For the pajamas all over the floor that I forgot to pick up yesterday. For the overflowing clothes hamper or the open closet doors. Or for the items on the dresser that don't belong. Although I'm sure Charlie is sorry his bed is so squished and floppy.

Bathroom

I thought of the more sensitive among us and did not take pictures of the bathroom. It's not too bad.
But I am not sorry for the mildew in the bottom of the shower.
I am sorry I keep forgetting to get bleach to fix said mildew.
I am not sorry I still use bleach. No natural remedy has worked on it.

Jeremiah's Room.

I am not sorry for the mismatched furniture. Nor the, once again, unmade bed. The most useful items of clothing are not in the mismatched furniture. I am not sorry for the clothes on the floor, or the  books on the floor or anything else on the floor. I'm not sorry I haven't straightened the cover on the big chair for a couple days. Or that the diapers don't have a decorative home.

Dining Room

I am not sorry for the things on the table, the card game paraphernalia that has no home, the box of cards that also has no home. The shoes unceremoniously dumped by the door. The table missing its glass top, although I am sorry I broke it.  You see the baby gate and drying rack that do have a home? They aren't in it.

Kitchen

I am not sorry for the open curtain revealing the washer/dryer. And I won't apologize for any of the items on the counter, even the ones that magically appeared and seem to have no purpose. The fact the counters need cleaned is a mild annoyance and I would/will clean them before any food prep is done, but I'm not sorry for the spills.
I am not sorry I didn't wash the dog dishes today.
Or yesterday.

Living room

I am not sorry for the computer I left on the floor last night instead of putting it away, the unfolded blankets in the box behind the sofa, or the new sippy cup Jeremiah left. I'm actually a bit surprised there are no old sippy cups throughout the room. I am not sorry for the sloppy organization on the toy shelving units or the nasty television cords that everyone hates. Especially since the suspended tv means there is a lot more room for playing.

Bar

I am not sorry for the mess I let my husband make in this room. Yes, I know this seems like a copout, but I'm also not sorry for the bar counter, which is entirely my doing. Those shoes and wires on the floor? Yup. Still not sorry. I actually went through that mess of tools in the corner not too long ago. That is organized!

I am a bit sorry I didn't try to get a good photo of all three animals together. Oh well.

All around

I am not sorry for the condition of the floors that desperately need vacuumed and shampooed (although, now that I look, you can't really tell in the photos how bad they are). Or for the windows that need washed, or anything you noticed that was messy that I didn't.

Phew! That was a lot of stuff to go through. I know some of you are quaking in your slippers wondering however I let it get so bad. I also know some of you are yawning, waiting for me to prove I have something I should apologize for. Either way, more is coming shortly!

God bless and see you soon,

Joelle