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Thursday, January 17, 2013

Get A Move On...Making Peace With My Imperfect Home

Where do I even start?

It's been a long time since I posted here. We have SO MANY changes going on.

I am SO welcoming of change, too. :-/

But this is all good change.

*We started homeschooling.
*We decided we're moving!
*We put our house on the market.
*I joined forces with 3 other ladies to start a new blog.
*I undertook a 30-day self-imposed ban on Facebook and Twitter.

So, we are packing up our beautiful 3 bedroom, 1 1/2 bathroom home that has been the site of many, many happy memories.



Our oldest was only 9 months when we moved here and this has been the only home of the other 5 littles. I have lovingly and laboriously DIY'd and decorated this home from top to bottom. I have stretched as much as I can out of every single square inch. I have used as much creativity as I POSSIBLY can to create storage and use our space as efficiently as possible. You can see interior pics by clicking the tab at the top of the page called "Tour of our Home".

We had 3 "first days of school" from this home. Countless trips up and down the stairs with new babies, sick babies, and sleepy babies.

Many a fight, many fun moments, and a truck load of happy memories wrapped up in these 4 walls.

We have lived here 7 years. That is the longest I have lived in any one place before.

I am incredibly sentimental. I attach easily to things.

I know this will be a  tough move.

But we are not kidding when we say we are outgrowing this house.

We have outgrown this house.

We have 6 kids, 2 adults and 1 dog.

4 boys in one room and the 2 girls in another.

And the dog wherever he darn well pleases.

I have often wondered what the people were like who lived here all the years before us. This house was built in the early 1940's.

I have stared at the beautiful plaster walls many times imagining what the families looked like, what kind of people they were, what kind of memories they created here, wondered if they loved this house as much as I do.

It seems that JUST when I made peace with this home...with the creaky hardwood, the light switch that flickers a couple of times when you turn it on, the slight slope in the basement floor, and the less than right angles on every wall....

We found a really beautiful, BIG house only 20 miles south of where we live now.



I am SUPER excited and I've been decorating the new house for weeks on Pinterest...but I feel like I'm cheating on our current home.

I know the day we move out I will be a wreck.

And then I'll place the enormous task on myself of being all moved in and Pinterest ready in record time.

But I am taking a new stand.

No More Perfect Homes.

Along the lines of Jill Savage's book No More Perfect Moms which I blogged about HERE, I will NOT let myself get bogged down in having to have the "perfect" house.

At least I will try not to.

But a home is such a very personal space.

I consider it such an honor to have someone compliment my home. Some of my identity gets wrapped up in my home. For better or worse.

Now that the house is on the market, I have been even more obsessed with keeping everything tidy. I am the toy and food gestapo.

It has been more than 1 occasion when our play room has looked like this:





And more times than I care to admit there has been fur on the fan blades, dust elephants under the couch, and so many fingerprints on the storm door that you can barely see through the glass.

And I turn into a raving lunatic.

And my kids run and hide.

And my husband retreats to the basement.

I wouldn't call myself a Type A (hardly), but I get stressed when things are out of order. THAT (above) is definitely out of order.

Granted, I don't allow it to get to that point often. But there are those days when I just CAN'T pick up another Lego.

So...from now on...I am going to remember that I do have permission to LIVE in my home. And so does my family. My home doesn't define me. It is and should be a safe place, a respite from the outside world, but it is not a direct reflection of who I am.

My home will NOT look like it walked out of House Beautiful Magazine.

It will not be camera ready at any moment.

If you drop by without notice you WILL most likely find me in my sweats with 6 kids--3 of whom may be half naked at any given time--running around. And I'd be willing to bet that at least one of  'em will need their diaper changed. ;)

Instead of freaking out about my house all. the. time. I will instead praise God for all the belongings we've been blessed with, the abundant space we will have, and a beautiful place to hang my hat.

I can stop expending that energy on inanimate objects and put it toward other, more important things. Like homeschooling, launching a new blog and ministry team.....sleeping...ahhhhh, sleeping.....
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