We Give Thanks for Muddy Floors
We spent a good chunk of our weekend doing one of my least favorite things…cleaning. It was a group effort with all hands on deck. We weren’t tackling just the large-family home survival chores of emptying the dishwasher, picking up toys, sweeping floors, and wiping the bathrooms. We moved boxes of books, made sure ALL the clothes made it out of the laundry baskets into drawers, and vacuumed bedrooms. My husband replaced light fixtures. We wanted everything ready for Thanks giving week, from the play room for kids to our bedroom for coats. And it would’ve been a lot easier without children interrupting with runny noses or wanting snacks or getting tired on the job or needing any other kind of attention. In fact, there would’ve been fewer clothes to put away and much fewer toys to step on without any children at all. Who knows? The house might’ve been clean already. “Where there are no oxen, the manger is clean,” and where there are no children, it’s a lot easier for a h