I read this great quote today<\/p>\n
“The real measure of a home is how it restores you at the end of the day”.<\/p>\n
My home is chaotic, messy, and usually pretty loud. Being the only girl in a house full of boys sometimes takes it toll. Am I really the only one who cares if you can’t walk through the Living Room because there are toys all over the floor?<\/p>\n
But my home is also, well, homey. When I think of home I think of comfort, dogs, cottage, trees, porches, quilts, color. I think of my kids and hope that their memories of home will be of safety but also fun. My boys have been fighting a lot lately and it is making me crazy. My brother is 8 years older than me so sometimes I have to take a step back and try to put myself in their shoes- 3 boys- 3 very different boys- trying to grow and become individuals. It’s hard work. So I take a deep breath and hope for more patience and better sibling relations tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
I read this great quote today “The real measure of a home is how it restores you at the end of the day”. My home is chaotic, messy, and usually pretty loud. Being the only girl in a house full of boys sometimes takes it toll. Am I really the only one who cares if you can’t walk through the Living Room because there are toys all over the floor? But my home is also, well, homey. When I think of home I think of comfort, dogs, cottage, trees, porches, quilts, color. I think of my kids and hope that their memories of home will be of safety but also fun. My boys have been fighting a lot lately and it is making me crazy. My brother is 8 years older than me so sometimes I have to take a step back and try to put myself in their shoes- 3 boys- 3 very different boys- trying to grow and become individuals. It’s hard work. So I take a deep breath and hope for more patience and better sibling relations tomorrow.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_monsterinsights_skip_tracking":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_active":false,"_monsterinsights_sitenote_note":"","_monsterinsights_sitenote_category":0,"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-elisalou"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":20778,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40\/revisions\/20778"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/www.elisalou.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}