As I turn in for the night, I look at my kitchen and sigh. It truly is a miracle. The counters are cleaned of most clutter. I don't think there are any sneaky crumbs hiding on those tricky mottled-stone surfaces. The table doesn't have any smears of mayo or ketchup. The trashcan is empty. The dishwasher is processing a full load. The smooth top stove is free of (most) spills. It is a beautiful sight. A sight I know will disappear with the morning fog as soon as my three little elves wake up and want their milk. I sigh again. If only for one night.....
8 months ago
4 comments:
Ah!!! That's a fabulous feeling!
Is your house on the market and you're not coming clean? (no pun intended)
Yeah, I found a nice house over by yours, I thought we'd just shift NE a bit. I'm trying to perfect my stalking techniques, and it's so hard from 20 minutes away!
impressive!
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