I was raised in a busy household with 7 children, a cat, and a bird. And always someone’s friends. There was always something to, and someone to do it with.
In this pic, I’m on the lawn, playing Build-A-Bear with my little sister.
Notice the alien in the attic window? Within the first few years of living there, my mom put it up there for Halloween…and never took it down.
Now, I live in an apartment on my own. I always thought I wouldn’t want that, but now I do and I love it. However, there is something that I am just now realizing…
Until I lived on my own, I never had to dust. Now I have to dust! Look at all this dust!
While trying to figure out why this never happened growing up, I was thinking “maybe mom just did it all…?”
But who am I kidding. The mom who bragged that “I haven’t mopped my floor in 10 years” (because it was always something the kids did…usually me) would not choose to dust.
I even asked my mom if she dusted when we were younger…she said there was no need, because we never had any dust in the first place.
So then I thought some more, and I think I figured it out.
You see, in our house, nothing had ever been still long enough to collect dust! Every surface was climbed on, played on, or used in some other way.
No room was off limits. We could play and go anywhere in the house. Well, with the exception of the siblings yelling “STAY OUT OF MY ROOM!”
Even outside…one time I called my mom while I was in college. She was looking out the kitchen window, watching the kids rig up a zip line from the roof of the garage down to the trampoline…using yarn…and a belt as a harness…and she just wanted to see if they could figure it out. We were encouraged to experiment, but I thought that was taking it too far! She didn’t, though…and hey, they were fine!
From looking though old pictures, I found several pictures of kids sitting on the kitchen table, coffee table, or kitchen counter…which is something that I have since learned is indeed frowned upon in most households.
This was a common way to get down the stairs…
The kitchen table was okay to be on…
Same kid on the table, just a few years later…this was actually mom’s birthday…Brigdon got her a can of soup…from our pantry…he wrapped it up in printer paper and everything. He was so proud, and she was so grateful. It was precious.
And that fire extinguisher? We had it as a joke for when she blew out her candles.
It was even okay for mom to be on the kitchen table!
Even I sat on the kitchen counters (this was on Wacky Tacky day in high school…though it isn’t far from my usual attire)…
The coffee table was often just another thing to sit on…sometimes even stand on if we had a performance in the works!
We would often catch the two youngest troublemakers on top of the entertainment center…not allowed, but that doesn’t mean it didn’t happen often.
Moral of the story: There was no need to dust.
And hey, we turned out alright! This is us kids and mom from Thanksgiving 2015.