An Apology to My House

About a year ago, we bit the bullet and moved our growing family to the burbs. We found a great deal on a new construction in a family friendly neighborhood and we were beyond excited. When we first moved in, everything was so shiny and clean and new. And then two weeks later, Henry learned to walk.

In the beginning, aside from the usual scuffs and scratches that come with having a toddler, I was still able to maintain some semblance of cleanliness and order in the house. That is until sweet Caroline arrived 7 months later. Now, I fear that my shiny new house will never be quite the same and I owe it an apology of sorts.

Daily Devestation

I'm sorry that my husband only gets around to cutting the grass every other week. Our yard is the size of Texas and cutting it is a serious time commitment. Right now, he's lucky if he has time to bathe. 

I'm sorry that I wasn't smart enough to ask the builder to use a satin finish paint instead of the flat paint that we have throughout. {Let's just say that using a magic eraser on flat paint isn't so magical.}

Damn you Mr. Clean

 

I'm sorry that my teenage daughter left her acne cream on the carpet without the lid. Who knew that beige carpet could so easily be bleached to a perfect shade of peach?

I'm sorry that my toddler figured out how to remove the air vents from the floor and cram everything within his reach down them. They say nothing stops a Trane but they obviously haven't met him.




one service call later we discovered the cause of the rattle in our vent

I'm sorry that the baby gets a little overzealous at the site of  baby food and splattered a full jar of carrots all over the floor.  And the ceiling. And the walls with flat paint.

So house, even though you may be a little worse for the ware, we are raising our little family within your walls. We are cooking meals and hosting play dates here. We are celebrating birthdays and holidays and milestones here. We are living here and making memories to last a lifetime.