i feel your pain. i am in my first "real" apartment out of college and don' t want to invest a ton on anything in the apartment since it's only temporary. my boyfriend sounds similar to your son, maybe when he grows up we can have nice things too (though i doubt i will miss his crumbs)!
This poem is so relevant to your dilemma: Mother, O' Mother, come shake out your cloth,Empty the dustpan, poison the moth.Hang out the washing, make up the bed,Sew on a button and butter the bread.Where is the mother whose house is so shocking?She's up in the nursery, blissfully rocking.Oh, I've grown as shiftless as Little Boy Blue,Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.Dishes are waiting and bills are past due,Pat-a-cake, darling, and peek - peekaboo.The shopping's not done and there's nothing for stew,And out in the yard there's a hullabaloo.But I'm playing Kanga and this is my Roo.Look! Aren't his eyes the most wonderful hue?Lullaby, rockaby, lullaby loo.The cleaning and scrubbing can wait till tomorrow,But children grow up, as I've learned to my sorrow.So quiet down cobwebs; Dust go to sleep!I'm rocking my baby and babies don't keep.
I know how you feel. We have a two year old and I feel like the level of cleanliness and ruined things has skyrocketed. Especially over the last year. We just got a new area rug and I have instilled a no eating rule around it. I' sick of having nice things and seeing them get ruined. I too am sure I'll miss his cute sticky hand prints on everything someday, but for now I'm going to try my best to tame it.
A Merry Mishap
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