Little Home

Who wants to come clean my house?

It is not cluttered; it just feels grimy.  Let's face it, it is grimy.  Sticky handprints on the walls, scuffed baseboards, and the windows, oh the windows.  So many wet noses and tongues have been pressed against them.  Human and canine, alike.  And dustiness.  I could go on and on.  Tomorrow my mission is to clean. I will not get it all done.  The flat paint on the walls is not washable, so the handprints (yes, literally, handprints) will remain until I come up with the time to repaint them, if I am allowed by my husband - because I am a messy painter, just like I am a messy cook.  But.  The point is this: I will remember the time when I would have traded anything for some sticky handprints on my walls.  So tomorrow (and everyday) I will rejoice that I have messes to clean and lots of little clothes to fold.  Because I know someone, actually several out there that would give everything for this.