This week has been a headache. Literally. Since my glorious spill in the kitchen, my head has ached non stop. I've slowed down and spend a lot of time resting, but as all Moms know, when you slow down and rest, the rest of life speeds up and gets messy.
Sadly, this is my kitchen this week.
Even though this is the sight of my fall, and the fridge apparently has had it out for me and relished its chance to crack my head open, and it is a cluttered mess of dishes, crumbled napkins, and empty yogurt cups, I still like my kitchen. I love the yellow walls and the blue counters. I love the pictures covering the fridge and the three dog crates taking up space against the wall. I love the wooden table my Grandpa salvaged and gave to me and I love the step stool that all kids fight over.
I guess, even though it is often the messiest room of our house, it is the place where we are often found, talking. Just the other night, I sat on the step stool and talked with my son as he made brownies. My daughter did her homework next to me while I made dinner.
The kitchen is our hub, and the good times are worth the mess.
And, honestly, my head aches just enough that I don't care if the brownie baking mess is still in the sink!
This post inspired by prompt #3 at Mama's Losin' It! and I'm linking up with Papa is a Preacher TidBit Thursday.