This week I found:
A dead lizard on a patio table… a highly prized gift (presented in its dead state) from a neighbor, worthy of its prominent placement for repose. On detection, there were many accompanying promises that the children will bury said lizard.
A homemade bird feeder down on the ground.
Evidence of a sick dog on the carpet, the dog having gorged himself on the birdseed from the above mentioned feeder.
An entire box of Kleenex emptied, used as paper towels, and left on the floor of the guest bathroom because “Mom forgot to hang up a fresh towel.”
Many love notes from Mark, decorated with hearts and trees. The attending lollipops, soon desired by the giver, magically evolved from being Mom’s gift from Mark to Mom’s gift to Mark. Genius!
I have determined that:
- I need to be more engaged in running this house today.
- At least the kitchen table looks lovely in the morning sun.
- Never mind on running the house. I’m going to read a book.
- I love my life, dead lizards, dog messes, and all.
- We need more lollipops.