On Sunday morning, as we were swirling out the door in a giant hurricane of shoes and cups and bags and coats, I looked back over my shoulder and my heart sank to see the wake we were leaving behind. Cereal on the floor under the dining table, dishes in the sink, trash overflowing, pajamas strewn across the living room. In that moment I was seriously tempted to pause and affix a note to the refrigerator: “To whom it may concern: In case I die before I come home, please know that I don’t usually leave the house looking like this.”
But then I thought soberly of how many days in the previous week (okay, much longer than that…) I’d had the Exact Same Thought and I was forced to admit: I DO usually leave the house looking like that.
How the tidy have fallen! What happened to the girl who used to pull all the books off of the bookshelves and reorganize them just for fun? What happened to the girl who used to wipe down the bathroom with a Clorox wipe every morning before work?
Oh, right. She now lives with two children. Her life is full of many lovely blessings, but a spotless house is not one of them right now!