Grumble, grumble. ..scrub the toilets, clean the dishes, sigh mournfully, feel picked on. Vacuum under the table, wipe the counters, sweep the floor, murmur and cop a grumpy attitude.
Envy the kids as they watch Care Bears II while I continue on cleaning long after their chores are done.
I’m grateful to have a table, chairs, a dishwasher, and a house. Grateful that my husband works so I can stay home with our stellar kids. Grateful, so unbelievably grateful for my children.
Grateful the house is looking better now. Now onto being graciously grateful for endless amounts of laundry.
P.S. The Army Man brought me home a small box of Godiva Truffles when he came home from work. Balance has been restored.