Being a mom is realizing your house just takes turns being clean

 Being a mom is realizing your house just takes turns being clean.

The kitchen sparkles one day.
The kids look spotless the next.
Maybe your hair even gets washed in there somewhere.

But never all at once.

And that’s okay.
You’re building memories in the middle of the mess.
You’re raising tiny humans, not running a show home.
It’s still a home.
It’s still full of love.
And that’s what matters most. 

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