Please Excuse the Mess

Have you discovered Pinterest yet?  I love Pinterest.  I can lose hours of my morning looking around on Pinterest.  You know how you can stroll through all these blogs and see the coolest ideas, but then find it’s hard to print ideas from a blog page or it’s crazy to bookmark all those recipes or you think you’ll remember where you saw that craft and you go back, but can’t find it?  Well, that’s what Pinterest is for.  Once you figure it all out (and it took me awhile), you can “pin” the ideas you find on those blogs (or anywhere on the internet) onto your personal “boards”.  I have a board called “Recipes I’d Like to Try” and one called “Stuff For the Kids”  and more, and all those ideas, in the form of pictures linked back to the original text, are pinned right there for me.  And, even better, you can scroll down through what everyone else in the world is “pinning” as their favorites and see a whole bunch of really cool ideas all in one spot (which you can repin onto your own boards).

One of my own blogposts was pinned onto Pinterest once, by someone I don’t even know.  That’s how I discovered Pinterest (and I was very honored and walked around carrying a pen for weeks certain I’d be asked for autographs!  I wasn’t.)

So, anyway this is actually not a blogpost about Pinterest, but about a quote I saw on there this morning (which I didn’t repin and should have, darnit!)  It really spoke to me.  It said, “Please excuse the mess, but my children are making memories.”

My house is a bit of a mess right now because Dave’s been out of town all week, and things get a little bit…crumbly… around here when I’m the lone adult.  Dave’s mantra with the kids was always “Clean up what you’re playing with before you move on to the next thing.”  And that’s a really good mantra.  I wish it were my mantra.  My mantra is more like “Someday it will get cleaned up, probably right before company comes.”

So I guess that little saying from Pinterest gives me a chance to blame the mess on the children’s memory making and creativity, and not my housekeeping, so sure, let’s go with that.  And let me tell you, my kids make lots of memories…

It is amazing that no one has ever broken a bone going up and down our staircase.  But if they did, I would just say to them, “Well, my kids are making memories!  I think that is more important than your stupid femur.”