the house is a mess....

but that's okay! at least that's what i try to tell myself... i like rationalizing the dishes, the homework, the pieces of hay (due to another homework project-a giant ring made out of twine), and the dog footprints all over in our home. i tell myself, "it's only because we have full, productive lives, right?" and i may have a busy, hard working, sleep deprived husband, but he's understanding, helpful, and happy. and even though i was planning on a no-dogs-in-the-home plan i have found myself, multiple times, enjoying chuck's (jon's calm, very very sweet, fetch-loving, BIG, black lab) company in the house. and i tell myself that as long as i have happy boys then i'm okay with a messy house.    right...? right!