not my pantry!
I wish this was my pantry!
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Would you like me less…
if you came to my house
and discovered my pantry is (still) a mess?

Would you like me less…
if you stopped in for a visit
and found that today (and most days) is not my cupboards’ best?

Would you like me less…
when, while having a cup of tea with me,
you must gaze upon a kitchen full of boxes
of apple jelly and apple butter and apple juice and apple wine
that haven’t yet found a ‘proper’ place to rest?

Would you like me less…
if you have to bump elbows with me
in my small kitchen, that causes me such stress?

Would you like me less…
if you found out that I usually forget to wipe my kitchen table after meals,
leaving behind, to be found tomorrow, nice stickiness?

Would you like me less…
if my children mentioned that I don’t do the hand-washing every night,
leaving pots and pans and things for sometimes 2 days? *Gasp!*
I must just be rebellious!

Would you like me less…
if you dropped by unannounced
and saw my organizing piles? (Scattered again? yes…)

Would you like me less…
at a family BBQ, on my back deck,
when you realize that the yard needs work, and the dandelions need to be pulled, and the solar-powered lights aren’t all working, and the deck needs to be refinished and some parts replaced, and the grease-catcher under the BBQ hasn’t been changed this season, and…..
… but I digress….

games and toys, lots of them, not always put away
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Would you like me less…
if you ventured into my basement
to find EVERYWHERE board games and card games and puzzles and chess?

Would you like me less…
if you walked around inside my house
and found it obvious that nothing would pass the white glove test?

Would you like me less…
if you peeked into my bedroom at the nicely made bed
but also noticed the huge overflowing, never-ending, spilling-out-of-the-basket-onto-the-floor pile of laundry we also possess?

Would you like me less…
if you were invited over
but things here weren’t (ever) spic, span, and spotless?

Would you like me less…
because I’m just not domestic, despite my best efforts,
and have never been good at ‘keeping up’ (I confess)?
Would you like me less…
if you knew that we (all of us in the house) 
get used to the way things are?
(And things aren’t bad…. not by a long shot.  
They just aren’t  anywhere near “the best”.)
Would you like me less…
when you learn that every day is an agonizing struggle
for me to try to keep on top 
of what feels like a constantly losing battle against my (our) mess?

Would you like me less…?
Because it feels like you would,
because it feels like you do like me less,
when me and my house measure up to the rest.

Would you like me less…?
Because I’m pretty much convinced
that if my house isn’t quite a bit better than this
that you won’t like it,
and you won’t like me,
and that you just won’t be comfortable at my address.

Would you like me less…?
Because I like me less when all of the above is true,
which is most of the time, if I’m really honest,
because life happens, and things unravel,
and my efforts feel useless…

Would you like me less…?
Because I like me less when all of the above is true.

It seems logical – I like me less…
why shouldn’t you
like me less too…?