Beautiful Mess

Currently, the house looks like the aftermath of a party.  Cups of half drunk tea, one quarter of a glass of red wine, tissues strewn like confetti, dishes piled in the sink, no clean underwear (ahem).  

And it is, a party of sorts. A crazy rollercoaster.  Full of mess and excitement and tears (its my party and I can cry if I want to).  

I try so hard to keep it all in perspective when the only clean shirt I have is a 3 sizes too big maternity top. And oh man, do we need to get groceries (I ate leftover pesto pasta for breakfast). I embrace the fact that we are the people that make others feel better about the state of their homes. I have increased the normal 30 minute warning time for visitors to an hour. Commando is always an option.

Have a fabulous weekend!