Mess

I'm joining in on Lisa-Jo baker's 'Five Minute Friday'.
The rules are pretty simple. One word. Five minutes of writing. No editing.

 

Boys.
(They get to be a mess from... being boys. Dirt, mud, water, honey, sticks... it all finds them and they are drawn towards being a hot mess.)

My house.
(It's never the way I left it. I know that I have extra little hands that help to make messes and they help as much as they can in 'cleaning' up the mess. Sometimes though... I wish that when I finish my weekend cleaning spree that it would just... stay clean.)

The life that I have created.
(I go back and forth on this one. I have a beautiful life but man did I make a mess out of so much in my life. I don't know if it's just because I needed to know how strong a person I really am or if I just messed up that much. Again, there is a lot in this life that I feel like I have done right but sometimes I have the outweighing feeling like... well... it's a mess.)

The comment that I said that I meant one way but came out and was taken a completely different way.
(Immaright? I open my mouth. I say something. It's taken the completely opposite way of what I was trying to say... and then there's this weird mess of a trying to clean it up...)

That one drawer and cupboard in the kitchen that somehow is just a collect all.
(Seriously. We have a drawer full of kitchen type gadgets. Then a whole cupboard full of just stuff. You don't really know where to put it and it's getting too cluttery with it out here so... up to the cupboard it goes.)

My laundry room.
(One husband. One me. Three little boys. One brother. Two dogs. That's it... for now.)

Our government... seriously I shouldn't have to even start to explain where we are a mess here.
(I'm not touching that.)