09/04/2025
This was my kitchen the moment I walked back in after dropping the kids off this morning.
It’s funny how silence after the school rush can feel so loud when it’s filled with yesterday’s dishes, forgotten toys, and the thousand little things that didn’t get put away. It’s not just “a mess.” It’s evidence of life happening here—meals shared, homework done at the counter, kids running out the door with sticky hands and full hearts.
But here’s the thing—while I love what this mess represents, I also know myself. I can’t thrive in it. I can’t think clearly when every surface is shouting at me. For me, cleaning isn’t about creating a magazine-perfect kitchen. It’s about creating breathing room. It’s about walking into a space that gives me energy instead of draining it.
Some people say, “the mess can wait.” Maybe for them, it can. But for me, peace starts here. When the counters are clear, I feel lighter. When the dishes are done, I can show up with more patience, more focus, more joy for my family.
I don’t clean because I want my home to look flawless—I clean because I want my heart to feel at ease.
Motherhood is messy. But for me, so is the healing that happens when I reset my space. It’s not about control—it’s about peace. And if peace means scrubbing, wiping, and organizing until I can finally exhale? Then that’s exactly what I’ll do.
🧡 Mae Bueta
