This is what the Grandmas are talking about.
Y’know, the well-meaning Grandmas who (when I complain of my messy home) assure me that I’ll miss the mess someday?
I know their hearts are right and they’re speaking out of wisdom gained from experience, but I do doubt that they truly understand what “messy” means to me.
I absolutely will miss the fact that a newly organized and no-longer-stuffed-full shelf just begs to be turned into a napping place for a puppy.
Yes, that makes me smile.
But the random pair of dirty undies that somehow ends up behind the television, hanging precariously from the cords?
I have a hard time believing I’ll miss that.
Of course . . . I’ve been wrong before.