09/04/2025
People love to remind moms that “the mess can wait.” But here’s the thing … it doesn’t wait. It piles up. It stares at me. It makes me feel like I’m drowning. It makes me be a mother that I don’t want to be.
I clean my home, and organize so much for this reason … when I have a clear space, I can give my babies a clear, calm version of me. This right here, my kitchen? This is overwhelming for me.
I get so overwhelmed by this mess right here. I stood here, took this photo and then happily started cleaning it all up.
Cleaning up isn’t about perfection, it’s about protecting my peace. Which is something I learned matters most as a mother and raising my babies. My mental health needs to be the best, so that my babies get the best version of me.
I’m not over here trying to have the most perfect Pinterest board home, I’m over here trying to have a home that I can be the best mother in … and for me, that’s an organized and clean home.
I’m not one of those moms to tell “the mess can wait” because my peace comes from walking into a room that doesn’t scream chaos at me. I want to normalize homes that look like this during the day when raising babies, but I also want to be honest that my home hardly looks this way for long because I literally cannot parent in a home that’s unorganized.
I do not want my kids growing up in a home that just lets things go. It starts with this, and then gets worse and worse and worse to the point that it’s just not okay.
I can’t rest in clutter. I can’t parent at my best surrounded by it. The mess can’t wait. Not in my world, not in my home, not in my motherhood. If I need to clean, if I need to spend the day organizing ….
Let me.
