My Family's Whites Are Not White. Sue Me.

Went for a brief school sit down regarding DD#2 this morning.  Nothing serious but yet, serious enough to get me thinking.  And dwelling.  And feeling guilty.  Why do these things always make me feel somehow inadequate?  When discussing today's events with DH, his comment was, "Yes, I was thinking our whites aren't quite up to snuff too".  His response made me smile and was encouraging to help me think things through differently.  You see, DH and I have a long standing hatred/running joke/annoyance with the commercials which somehow imply the housewife is not taking care of her family when their clothes aren't white, the floors aren't clean...you name it.  Pick a thing.  DH's ability to weed through the nonsense and change my perspective is just one of the things I love about him.  So our whites aren't white.  So my DD has some skills to work on.  I am still competent, caring, and loving.  And unless I can believe these things about myself, I am not going to be able to help anyone.

back on the horse

time to get back on the blogging horse.  as a brief update:  we've moved and for anyone who has ever negotiated, cleaned, packed, and stressed their way through that process, those two words "we've moved" speaks volumes about what our summer was like.
we are happily settled in now and our new space has felt like home since the minute we walked in the door.  not only does it have a lovely 70s retro feel (exposed brick fireplace/wall from floor to ceiling, brass and smoked glass light fixtures, brady-bunch style railings and balcony overlooking living space, stucco walls in basement...oh the list really could go on and on), it has a flow and a brightness to it that make me very happy.  and space.  i'm definitely a gal who needs her space.
i've been asked...do you miss your old home?  the one you brought your kids home to?  the one where you left behind your pantry door with their height markings??  no. no. and no.  i still have the kids so all is good.  they were small, they grew, and they are still here.  what is there to feel sentimental about?