HOUSE GUESTS // LEAVING THE MESS
I’ve played hostess the past two weekends, first for Dad and then for an old friend. By Sunday evening, as I waved goodbye from the front porch, I felt genuinely exhausted.
Typically, I’m not much for big weekend plans, preferring a Saturday night with Floyd + Logan watching a movie [dog’s choice of course]. But it was nice to change the pace and catch up with some loved ones.
I spent Friday evening cleaning and tidying up, making sure to stash away all the excess stuff we manage to turn-up throughout the week. While I bustle around the kitchen, Logan’s on the couch shaking his head. Leave the mess, he says, it goes with our ‘we live here' vibe. Of course, I pass a chore his way in response to the sassy remark.
But I think he’s got it right. Sometimes, it’s ok to leave the mess.
Our visitors were in town to catch-up, to check-in, to… visit. And when we’re all gathered in the kitchen, laughing about Floyd’s new play-dead trick, I’m the only one noticing the corner of the shelf I forgot to dust. In that moment, our home is about the people we’ve welcomed inside. The space we’ve made for friends and family to share. And that’s worth more than clean hardwoods.
Recently, I’ve been trying to adopt Logan’s concept of leaving the mess. Some nights, I felt as if I spent all evening picking up shoes, or dog toys, or socks. And for what reason? Because I’m neurotically neat, and sleep better when I know things are tidy?
These days, that neatness doesn’t feel all that necessary. Instead, my after 5 o’clock is spent with a new book, writing to you, or catching up on all those dog walks we missed this winter. And you know what, I’m actually enjoying the mess because I’m enjoying the day more.
Now Logan, don’t take this to mean your clothes can stay on the floor until the next laundry day. But a little mess is alright by me.
P.S. What’s it like at your house? Messy, neat, or somewhere in-between? Leave a comment below or share your thoughts on enjoying the day (aka, leaving the mess).