today our maintenance guy had to come into our apartment because no one on our stairwell had had any hot water since yesterday evening. keep in mind this was at nine thirty in the morning. right in the middle of me nursing the boy. yikes. so i let him in. and our house is dirty. i mean really, really dirty. exacerbated by the fact that with no hot water i didn't wash any of yesterday or this morning's dishes. and i hadn't had a chance to take out the garbage yet. and i hadn't showered. and i was in my pjs. it was a lovely picture let me tell you. so the sweet guy comes in (after i threw on a sweatshirt to hide my nursing bra) and i'm apologizing profusely for the hazmat worthy state our living room is in and he turns to me with a big, warm smile and says "my mom used to always say if it wasn't a mess it wasn't a home." melted my heart a little. so thanks nameless-maintenance-guy for making me feel worthwhile even if my housekeeping skills aren't top-notch.