One look around my house and you can see where I got the inspiration for the name of this blog.

After our staircase painting, we had a lot of dust that settled:
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The fridge, microwave and dishwasher look the same way no matter how many times I clean them.

The car always seems to have a little love palm somewhere on it.
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And the door that leads to the backyard is covered in smudgy fingerprints. Yes, I clean it. 10 minutes later the first fingerprint appears and it’s just a matter of hours before it looks like it was never given attention.

And you know what? I’m totally okay with it. Yes, I would like my windows to sparkle, but instead they tell a story. A story of a little boy who loves his popsicle and takes his cars on adventures through dirt and mud and a story of a little girl and her wet hands from hours in the pool.

I’ve come to the realization that there will be no clean windows in our house for a while – I’m raising children!