The house is a disaster. There is not one clean dish in the cupboard. The laundry has not been done in two weeks. Sugar shredded 5 or 6 boxes and the living room floor is littered with cardboard pieces. No one has vacuumed. I arrive home from work and know I cannot do anything about it today. I sigh. Tomorrow. I will have the energy to clean tomorrow. I sit in the recliner and try not to look at the stacks needing attention.
Kiel comes home. I do not expect him to be aware of how bad things are. He has his assignments, his friends, his teaching preparation. And he has not been feeling well. I am sure he will drop off stuff and head out again. But he doesn't. I do not ask him to clean, but he digs in. First the kitchen and those piles of dirty dishes. Then the living room. Drew arrives midstream and gets assigned laundry which he managed to take care of even if without great enthusiasm.
You cannot imagine what a boost that was to my being. Best of all, I had mentioned to a co worker that my weekend plans were to clean the house which was a wreck, and she called half way through the boys activity to offer her services as well. I was so touched that despite her hectic schedule she would be willing to devote time to fixing a messy household!
I sat back in the chair, sipped my chamomile tea, closed my eyes, and thanked the good Lord for all the grace flowing in my direction. What an amazing Friday! Not a bad way to end a long, strenuous week.
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