There's this moment...

I'll admit it:  I'm a clean freak.  Everything has a place in our house and I definitely like everything to be in that place.  I furiously wipe down my why in the world did we pick black granite countertops to make sure they glisten in the sun.  I pick up toys {which I find EVERYWHERE these days with a toddler around} and am constantly running the washer and dryer.  I actually enjoy picking up and cleaning...and I definitely am happier when my world is organized.

However...there's this moment in our house everyday.  A moment where I'm torn between napping or cleaning.  It usually hits right around 1.  Both kids are fed and are put down for their afternoon naps.  I walk downstairs and see this:

I can't believe I even took these pictures...let alone am sharing them :)

Books and diapers.
Bottles and sippy cups.
Lunch smeared all over our normally neat table.
Jack's trucks in a trail from his "time to clean up, mom" attempt at picking up.

Do I clean it up?  Or, do I plop onto our wonderfully comfortable couch and take a well-deserved snooze?  Almost every single day I run around and pick up our house so it looks back to normal.  I've realized that if I nap instead, then I'm grumpy when we all wake up about the mess we have to live in.  If I pick it up, I am able to relax {my brain mostly} and get excited for the kiddos to wake up!

On the days I feel like napping, I remind myself of this:

cooking and cleaning can wait 'till tomorrow

for children grow up, we've learned to our sorrow

so wipe away cobwebs and dust go to sleep

I'm cuddling my baby 

because babies don't keep

Ahhh much better.