Yet, I don't always act as if my children live in my house by how I think about it. Admittedly, I often want my house to look as if kids don't live in it. I want order, not disorder. I want couch cushions on my couches, not propped up against one another as walls to a blanket-topped fort.
I want an open expanse of carpeting that isn't littered with plastic figurines.
I want books neatly lined up on shelves, not tossed in piles on the floor.
I'll miss their messes when they're gone.
My house is their house, too.