In my mind, this is what my coffee table looks like…

But, this is what my coffee table really looks like (and, yes, that is a fake piece of dog poo, the running joke around these parts lately)…

In my mind, this is what my bedroom looks like…

But, this is what my bedroom really looks like.

A doggy co-sleeper pulled up along side our bed at night, and a chair so Luca won’t go tumbling off the bed at three in the morning (he can’t be in the middle because then he pushes my husband off the bed).

With two boys, two dogs, and a cat, my house will never look like a magazine.

Slowly, though, I’ve come to embrace this messy, sticky, gooey chaos.

Because, while our bed may be full of dog hair and kid-goop, it’s also full of happiness and love.

And, I’ll take that over picture-perfect any day.