Since Day 1 of moving into this house 3 months ago, I have engulfed myself in everything home decor-related. I thoroughly enjoy every minute of the excitement, but sometimes in this image-obsessed world we live in, I have to admit that I beat myself up way too much. Maybe not to the extent of Jim Carrey circa Liar, Liar, but there are days when I look around my house with its toy-strewn floors and give myself a proverbial toilet lid to face smack down.
I am not perfect and by golly I have to quit telling myself that I have to be. I set out on this blogging journey to document all of the fun changes we would be making to this house, but really when we have a house with several empty rooms and a skinny wallet, those projects get put on the back burner just so we can afford to buy a bed. Don’t get me wrong, I am blessed. And I wouldn’t have named this place Bless’er House if I didn’t acknowledge that God has provided so many things that I too often take for granted.
So for today, the projects can wait (even though I promise I still have plenty to share with you guys). The Craigslist search for dining room chairs will be halted. The drooling over gorgeous master bedroom inspirations will be put on hold. Because tonight, all that matters is taking the little time I have in my evening, after teaching 80 teenagers all day, after navigating the grocery aisles, after doing the laundry, after cooking a [email protected]$$ Paleo dinner, after giving the little one a splashy bath and tucking her in as I kiss her sweet forehead and hug her goodnight, after all of that…I owe it to my husband and myself to simply sit on this couch, surrounded by the clutter that comes with toddler parenthood, and thank God for all of these things. Because it means that I have a house full of love. Separately, each one would be a blessing enough, but my heart overflows to have both.