In my Dreams....My home is SPOTLESS
I dreamed I had a maid...not a maid, but a fairy, one that came into my home, sprinkling magic cleaning dust all over my home. This magic fairy, then folded all my clothes and placed the gently into the CORRECT drawers. The towels were folded correctly and placed one by one into the linen closet. My kitchen floors were somehow swept/mopped and there was NO mystery residue left for me to find early in the morning as I walked around, still half asleep, with no shoes on. No it was SPOTLESS!
with all the work done, and no one around I was free to sit and relax and get lost in a book.
Sigh....I could live in this dream forever.
and yet...
the sound of birds chirping woke up up way to soon from my wonderful dream (seriously thinking about changing my alarm tone). As much as I wanted to snuggle under my covers and return to my restful dream, I remembered that while I had remembered to start my laundry...I had failed to swap it to the dryer, which meant that my work shirts were not going to be dry.
I jumped from my bed, stubbed my toe on the dog carrier and ran to the kitchen to throw just my shirt in to the dryer in hopes that it would be dry before I had to leave for work.
I stopped to gulp some orange juice and looking around I can clearly see that the cleaning fairy did not, in fact pay me a visit. The clothes are still waiting to be folded, my foot is partly stuck to the floor, and there are homeschooling books laying all over the kitchen table and as I peak in to the living room I see even more. My daughters Ice skating bag has taken up permanent residence in my living room, and her shoes are where she kicked them off.
As much as I wish I could wake up and my home be spotless...I know that this is a season, one that in the future I will long for. The books, and toys left where she stopped playing with them. I will long for the homeschooling days, and teaching her long after she has graduated from college.
My home may not be spotless, but it represents where I am in this stage of life. I am a mom, who takes care of her family the best she can while juggling a home business, a part time job, and homeschooling.
It is lived in and if you stop by at any given moment during the week, you will see a ton of books, toys and even a pile or two of laundry (on some days).
And that's OK :)
If you ever do find a fairy with magic cleaning dust, please feel free to send her (or him) my way!
I dreamed I had a maid...not a maid, but a fairy, one that came into my home, sprinkling magic cleaning dust all over my home. This magic fairy, then folded all my clothes and placed the gently into the CORRECT drawers. The towels were folded correctly and placed one by one into the linen closet. My kitchen floors were somehow swept/mopped and there was NO mystery residue left for me to find early in the morning as I walked around, still half asleep, with no shoes on. No it was SPOTLESS!
with all the work done, and no one around I was free to sit and relax and get lost in a book.
Sigh....I could live in this dream forever.
and yet...
the sound of birds chirping woke up up way to soon from my wonderful dream (seriously thinking about changing my alarm tone). As much as I wanted to snuggle under my covers and return to my restful dream, I remembered that while I had remembered to start my laundry...I had failed to swap it to the dryer, which meant that my work shirts were not going to be dry.
I jumped from my bed, stubbed my toe on the dog carrier and ran to the kitchen to throw just my shirt in to the dryer in hopes that it would be dry before I had to leave for work.
I stopped to gulp some orange juice and looking around I can clearly see that the cleaning fairy did not, in fact pay me a visit. The clothes are still waiting to be folded, my foot is partly stuck to the floor, and there are homeschooling books laying all over the kitchen table and as I peak in to the living room I see even more. My daughters Ice skating bag has taken up permanent residence in my living room, and her shoes are where she kicked them off.
As much as I wish I could wake up and my home be spotless...I know that this is a season, one that in the future I will long for. The books, and toys left where she stopped playing with them. I will long for the homeschooling days, and teaching her long after she has graduated from college.
My home may not be spotless, but it represents where I am in this stage of life. I am a mom, who takes care of her family the best she can while juggling a home business, a part time job, and homeschooling.
It is lived in and if you stop by at any given moment during the week, you will see a ton of books, toys and even a pile or two of laundry (on some days).
And that's OK :)
If you ever do find a fairy with magic cleaning dust, please feel free to send her (or him) my way!
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