Each morning I bring the big kids to school, come home, put the baby down for a nap, make beds, start laundry, wash breakfast dishes, vacuum.
Every morning, it's the same. There is something about a freshly vacuumed floor that makes me feel calm.
This morning was no different. I got all my stuff accomplished, and soon it was time to go and pick up my boy from preschool. On the drive home, a horrible choir of noise burst forth from the back of my vehicle. I'm not certain, but one or more of my ears may have bled as a result.
We walked into our freshly vacuumed home.
Peace.
Calm.
Silence....for 1.7 seconds. Someone wanted a cookie. Her name was me. Me got a cookie. But then I had to share. I gave everyone a cookie. I was trying to purchase quiet with baked goods. It worked!
I sat in the silence. It was beautiful.
Then I looked around. Crumbs. Everywhere.
And so it begins again.
The cycle of my life begins and ends with a vacuum cleaner.
2 comments:
always reminds me of the store, and Nana, so the sound and the vacuuming is a restful place for me.
enjoy your day...see you tonite
I am the same way about the floors, but I can't bring myself to do the work. The floors, when clean, make me feel better. But always, they are filthy.
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