Today I am thankful for dirty dishes,
piles of laundry, stuff to dust, beds to make, and carpets to vacuum. Sure I
wish 30% of my day wasn't a bunch of housework. I would much rather be playing
with Charlie, chasing the kids around, at the park, or taking a bath, but like
anything else it's gotta get done. I dread the idea that I will spend 3 hours
folding all of the loads and
putting it away. I dread knowing that tomorrow I have to finish cleaning the
mess in the art room. I am not looking forward to cleaning up the kitchen after
dinner tomorrow or vacuuming at the end of the day. But I realize this just
means that I am fortunate. I am not worried about not having enough food and I
have the means to provide wonderful meals for my family. We have clothes on our
back, plenty of creative projects to keep us busy, and a place that we call
home. My life now is a far cry from the days when I was homeless and trying to
find a safe area to sleep every night. Back then there were no chores, no
dishes to wash, and no messes to clean. I guess I’m thankful that I get to wake
up every day and clean because it’s better than having nothing at all. :)
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