And neither is my home. While I’d love for my house to look “Southern Living” fresh every single day it just doesn’t. However, while I’m learning to overlook the less than perfect life of parenthood, this drives me a little crazy:

But thanks to IKEA’s storage and my husband’s strength, in just a few hours order was restored:

I went to bed one very happy mama, knowing that for just one moment my home (or at least one room) was perfect.