There is a beautiful poem that ends with the line, “Go away cobwebs! Dust, go to sleep! I’m rocking my baby and babies don’t keep.”
It was my mantra for those early, exhausting days of motherhood.
And while I truly love the sentiment, try as I might to live out those words, ignore the mess and simply enjoy being a mom – I couldn’t. I felt trapped, overwhelmed and drowned by mess.
And ashamed and embarrassed anytime people wanted to stop by.
I’d go through phases of really working hard to make a change and keep our home clean, but I couldn’t keep up.