The best sign of a good weekend is a messy house, right?
I love checking my photos in my profile in Instagram on Sunday or Monday and getting to remember the easy/happy/pretty parts. I think it helps smooth over the exhaustion from non-stop requests and picky eaters, fights over trying new foods and slapping foreheads when your toddler shows you she pooped in the board game lid, getting stuck on a project and wasting two hours and realizing a new possible mama friend was only here for the summer.
However there was IKEA ice cream and getting lost near an old, dreamy neighborhood in Denver, plenty of coffee and homemade chocolate pudding pie, trying new things and having good conversations.
I'm thankful for the good and the bad, the easy and the hard, the messy and the clean.