As you walk in, you see everything gleaming and sparkling clean. You know for a fact that there is a place for everything and everything has its place in this home. You see the children playing nicely with a few toys. It feels tranquil and calm. You step carefully on the clean floor, unsure whether to be polite and remove your shoes.
As you walk in, if you havent already met the dog you soon will, as you step over the toys, clothes and most probably a toddler lying on the floor, you make your way cautiously towards the settee, steering around half of Mr Potato head, part of a train set and countless other items strategically placed in your way. Carefully moving a half eaten sandwich before you sit down, and if you are lucky there may even be a plate. Toys are scattered from wall to wall during the day time.
“He is happiest, be he king or peasant, who finds peace in his home.”
Johann Wolfgang von Goethe
I know which is my house. My house is the house of chaos, the house of play. The house of children. One day when they are all grown up, I will have the tidy dream home, and chances are I will miss the toys, and the crazy games of them all playing and jumping about. So for me, for now, while they are little, I am happy with my messy house.
Which is your house??