My house may have shoes and dirty socks strewn about in every room,
Clumps of dirt and sawdust liberally sprinkled on the floor,
Books piled high upon the stair,
Paper, school work, work work, scratch work, everywhere,
Dirty dishes and dirty clothes and words written on dusty shelves....
But if my house was clean and perfect, neat and tidy and sparkling clean,
I would be living all alone,
And I would miss my lovely family that keeps my house so slightly messy.
I am thankful for the mess,
And my kids and dogs and husband that put it there!