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.
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.