I was coming in from dropping all three off at school, looked at the porch and shook my head.
Shit. This really is a mess. Look at this porch, I thought to myself. You really should care more about the appearance of your home, Meghan.
You should be putting all of those things away nightly. Even better, why aren’t the children trained to do it.
THAT’S YOUR JOB, MEGHAN.
I snapped the picture to punish myself. To post it on Facebook and tell the world:
LOOK! Look at what a failure I am. Look at how ashamed I should feel! Look everyone, you should punish me, too!
I went inside and downloaded the picture:
Huh. I had backed up so that I could get the totality of the mess. So I could capture the Radio Flyer the kids have been dragging up and down the street.
But I also captured the flag. And the light. And the plants, and some chalk drawings on the ground.
I often think my house, my business, my marriage, my life is a mess.
And sometimes it is. All that junk I was ashamed of? It is all there, on the porch.
But like this picture shows, everything is not a total mess.
And if I brave enough to admit it, some of this mess could even be beautiful.
(And yes, I am still going to clean this up. Just a little.)