Mudroom Madness.
Coats, hats, jackets, boots, shoes and more shoes.
Spilling over and into the walk way.
It’s an epidemic.
I bought baskets to place under the bench;
Hoping to cut down on the sheer visual over whelming when you walk in.
Those baskets are full and the floor still remains littered with apparel.
Madness!
Mudroom madness.
Jackets can’t make it to the hooks.
I trip.
I stumble over shoes, boots, more shoes.
I almost spill my coffee.
A mess.
Clutter.
Chaos.
My farmer has been known to throw boots and shoes right out the back door!
I scan Instagram.
The mudrooms are beautiful.
Clean.
Uncluttered.
A visual work of art!
So tastefully done.
But I don’t see shoes, boots, jackets or hats.
My kids talk about remodeling our home.
Take out this wall; put in this big island.
And I think. . . all I want is a clean mudroom.
The mudroom madness to stop!
But do I really?
That mudroom represents life.
People.
Enough people to make life full and rich.
People in our home with stories and lives to live.
All of which I love and bring me great joy.
They sit around this farmhouse table and laugh and share deep thoughts.
But first they had to come through the mudroom.
And for that I am grateful.
30 Days of Thankfulness
I am thankful for:
A full farmhouse
prayers for #Ericstrong
the sound of the wind on the wind chimes
a farmer who works so hard
our Guest House and Suite and those we will welcome this week
our family and all those who pass through these doors
Faith in God who loves us more than we could ever imagine
beautiful snowy mornings
hot coffee and the fire
quiet moments that fill my heart
kids who want to serve God and ask good questions
