Well, there are many. When you're really committed to not cleaning like I am, you come up with plenty of reasons why it's great not to clean. But I came across an unexpected one this past week.
N-man was just waking up the other morning, and it being summer, the sun was already up and streaming in through the cracks in the blinds. All of a sudden he says, "Fireworks!" He was so excited!
What were my first thoughts? "Oh, the poor kid has no idea what fireworks are. Or he's hallucinating."
When TK and I walked over to his crib, N-man pointed in the air and excitedly told us to look at the fireworks. There, shining in the sun, were thousands of dust particles, glowing and dimming as they traveled through the light and dark patches made by the blinds. You know what? It was vaguely firework-y. And kind of pretty. Makes me glad I've not been so crazy recently as to have actually dusted anything.
I'm pretty sure Good Housekeeping is considering me for a special award this year.
Random unrelated thought: More recipes soon. Just waiting until I have a longer stretch of free time available.
The Balance by Neal Wooten
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Canus is a land in which three races of man live in precarious balance with
one another. The Fathers of the city in the sky, the Scavs (who call
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3 comments:
I have one - when i dont dust the furniture, my bff's friends have loads of fun spelling words in the dust on the kitchen table/coffee table/end table (and probably now, the floors). Hey, it's all about the kids, right?
Who dusts? How are you supposed to know where stuff goes when you put it back if you clear all the dust away?
threeundertwo - i think i lurve you!
oh and not to put any pressure on you, WAC, but i told a couple of friends (who have listened to me wax poetic about CSA's) about your blog/recipes, so don't let me down!
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