Guest Post: Eve from Beautiful Spit Up

I am very excited to have the awesome Eve here. She is my bloggy twin in every sense of the word.   I envision a day in which she will actually be a guest in my house and not just my blog, but until then, you guys are lucky to get to know her too.

We all have those days when we’re frustrated and desperately need a night out. You call around for a babysitter, but nobody’s available. People are busy. They have their own lives. They have stuff going on. They don’t have kids. They get to leave the house without spit up on their clothes. They look fabulous.
Not you. No sir. You don’t have that luxury.

You get to stay home wearing a spit up stained tank and your sweat pants with the pockets, because they’re the perfect place to store your iPhone (connection to the outside world) and the always-essential handful of Cheerios.
I’m sure you’ve had these days.
I hope you’ve had these days.
You suck if you haven’t had these days.
You know you’ve had these days.
I’ve had these days. *sigh*
And then I think about Cheers, that ‘80s sitcom about a popular bar in Boston. The theme song immediately swirls through my mind and I feel better….

Making your way in the world today
Takes everything you've got;
Taking a break from all your worries
Sure would help a lot.
Wouldn't you like to get away?

Sometimes you want to go
Where everybody knows your name,
And they're always glad you came;
You want to be where you can see,
Our troubles are all the same;
You want to be where everybody knows your name.

I feel better because the lyrics are about home, or at least a place that feels like home.

Home –noun
1. a house, apartment, or other shelter that is the usual residence of a person, family, or household.
2. the place in which one's domestic affections are centered.
3. the dwelling place or retreat of an animal.
4. the place or region where something is native or most common.
5. any place of residence or refuge.
6. (in games) the destination or goal.

This song reminds me of home and makes me glad to be there, even when I’m frustrated by being there. It’s nice to leave it, but we sometimes forget how nice it is to just stay home. At least that’s how I feel. I don’t mind not always having a sitter. I don’t mind being at home.
Where my stuff lives.
Where my favorite stove sits and waits for me.
Where a handsome boy greets me at the door with kisses and a tooth-filled grin.
Where things are sometimes messy.
Where toys litter the floor like battery-operated landmines causing you to fall to your knees if you’re not careful.
Where the three of us make our lives together.
Where our troubles are all the same.
And they're always glad I came.
Where everybody knows my name.

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If it's possible, Eve just made me miss my own home just a little bit more.   Y'all show Eve some comment love and tell her your favorite thing about home.

Thanks Eve! Muchos besos y abrazos.