We spent the day poking around the location we're thinking of living longer-term, and checking out a few potential rentals. We were all exhausted; we got up early so we could check out a Church group, and we went to bed late because the kids were on a weird schedule yesterday.
By the time we finished supper, the place--the kitchen in particular--was a mess. A disaster. I don't even know how it was such a disaster. I stared at it in dismay, and then I remembered, hey! Our maid service comes tomorrow! So I left it all for them!
Ha. No. I cleaned the kitchen, exhaustion and all, one piece at a time, while hubby entertained the kids. Our maid service does indeed come tomorrow, and it's probably still messier than they're used to, but it's not disgusting and it's not a disaster. Small wins. Small gains in maturity. Small satisfactions. Small acts of service done in love.
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