The other day I was about to visit a friend's house. She told me (like every one of us has said numerous times), "Don't mind the mess!"
I don't mind the mess. In fact, I LOVE the mess. I'll be completely honest: entering a messy house gives me peace of mind. It makes me feel loved. It makes me feel comforted that you want me to see your real life. How you live when you don't have guests.
Tea cups in the sink and toys in the front lawn give us common ground because I have to tell you - my house is almost never picked up. It's constantly got a dining room filled with transient items that belong in bedrooms or pantries. I haven't seen the left side of my couch in a month because of the clean laundry piled on top of it.
Yes, having an orderly house is something I have always strived to do. I like it when my house is cleaned up because I know where everything is. I like to know that when I look for the fish food, it will most likely be near the fish tank and not in the upstairs bathroom at the far reaches of the house.
Yes, I know you strive for the same thing, too. But let's not wait until we reach our goal to hang out. I will sit in your filth and you can wallow in mine while we laugh about it. I'll wash up the tea cups and we can have a cuppa while we watch our kids scale the laundry pile pretending it's Mount Kilimanjaro.
So c'mon over, friends. I'd call you for an invite, but I currently can't find the phone.