Reading
Melissa's post this morning regarding house cleaning has resulted in this very impromptu collage of photos. In the past, I have been very careful to only post pictures...well
post-cleaning the house. But, after reading the aforementioned blog, I reminisced some of the houses I loved going to while growing up. As a child, it was not uncharacteristic for dirty underwear to be lying in the living room floor, left by a child who had gotten dressed in that very spot before school. I remember going to the Glupker's and Boese's, feeling very at home - for their dishes weren't done, carpet dirty in spots, beds unmade - but
happy nonetheless. So, as a tribute to those families, and ours for that matter, here are some photos of my house
undone this morning. Its cleaning day, but I'm having second thoughts. Is there some value to having a messy home when it comes to raising families?

We'll start with the worst room in the house - our bedroom.
Someone should be spanked for this mess.

Yes, this is in fact the office where I work...and iron...and read books...

Its worse than it looks, trust me. That glorious *shine* doesn't appear in real life.

Our coffee table...computer desk...dinner tray...dresser...it collects naturally.

And last but not least, the first part of the house that will be getting cleaned today.
The living room - quite literally.