Why I'm Embarrassed to Get Unexpected Company

I'm a day late.  But, that's how I roll lately.


Jen over at Denton Sanatorium challenged her readers to 'keep it real' and show what a day in their life is truly like.


I'm pretty much gonna let the pictures speak for themselves.  Basically, this is what my house looks like on any typical morning before I've had a chance to straighten.  And, it doesn't matter how many times I straighten, do dishes, wipe counters, pick up toys, etc.  this is inevitably how it looks again at the end of the day.


So, if you promise you won't let this effect your opinion of me too much, here goes...

 Kitchen counter before morning clean-up. Note our lovely 60 year old linoleum and the bare light bulb above the kitchen sink.  Nice.

This is the doorway we primarily use to enter the house.  It comes directly into our dining room/ kitchen.  I'm not thrilled about how cluttered it looks with our coats, bags, etc. hanging on the pegs right there (and it gets worse in winter).  But, so far I don't have a better solution.  We have no downstairs closets.  Yes.  You read that correctly.  No downstairs closets.  Our house was built in the 30's and apparently closets were taboo for the Old Order Mennonite family that built it.  It also had no upstairs closets, but we added a couple small ones there.

We have a teensy tiny living room.  But, if the children want to play downstairs, this is where they do it.  So, this is how it usually looks.

 Ok - so this isn't totally realistic.  Usually there's much more laundry sitting there waiting to be folded.

 If you look through the door and window you will see our sunroom area.  That's the closest look at our junkroom  sunroom that you are getting today.  The rest of the area looked relatively uncluttered, so I had to include that.

 Our computer room/ office.  Um.   I have a little filing/ organizing to do.

And, finally, on the opposite wall in the computer room you will observe our air hockey/ gun cabinet/ deer horn display area.  And, will will see that the air hocky table has become a waiting zone for things that I need to put away.

Alright, there you have it.  I actually did more than just let the pictures speak, but I felt like I needed to be a proper hostess on the tour.  You will note that I did not show you our bathrooms or the upstairs or our scary cellar/ laundry area.  Perhaps another day.

So, there you have it....the reality of the place we call home.  I dream of someday being super organized & clutter free.  Someday....