My kids are constantly making a mess. Whether it’s in their room, their diaper, my car, or the kitchen floor, there’s always a mess. And it drives me absolutely insane to think that I am always cleaning up for them to just create the mess all over again. Don’t get me wrong, I am by no means a neat freak. Nor am I the best housekeeper. I’m that stay at home mom that could use a good cleaning lady. But seeing as how I don’t have one, and I do like for my home to be somewhat tidy, I daily go behind everyone and clean up the mess. At times in my frustration, I find myself mumbling not so pleasant things as I go around cleaning. Especially after almost breaking my neck on a toy that I know I yelled about no less than 5 times already. But the funny thing is that no matter how irritated I am, my kids just happily keep on playing in the midst of all of the chaos as if they were in their own little personal amusement park. As I sit here now staring at the mess which has spilled over from the playroom into my foyer, I can’t help but to be reminded that this is a blessing. My children are happy and creative and have more than enough to entertain themselves. That is a blessing. My children have a home to play in where they are safe and loved. That is a blessing. My children love to play and share with each other, well sometimes. But that is a blessing. My children don’t care that I’m not a great housekeeper. That is a blessing. So while I once again have to sweep cheerios off of the kitchen floor, vacuum the cracker crumbs from the carpet, and pray that the stains come out of my son’s new shirt I will try to keep a few things in mind. We have food, we have clothes, we have a home and we have love. Yes, there’s always a mess, but now I can be grateful for the blessings in the midst of it all.