My house is clean. I have been cleaning all morning and I am trying to enjoy the cleanliness of it all.
My kids will be home from school in less than an hour and it will be dirty again. Oh, it won't happen all at once but by bedtime my floors will be littered with crumbs and sticky spots. And dirt, fingerprints and grime will cover the other surfaces of my home.
I remember sitting in my cubicle at work before I had kids reading an email from a friend. She had a one year old and was a stay-at-home-mom. She mentioned in the email that she needed to leave the house because her house keeper was coming over.
Housekeeper? Why does she need a housekeeper, I scoffed. She stays at home all day with a baby. She has plenty of time to clean.
And now I know.
Humble pie. Seven years later and I'm still trying to convince myself that it's delicious.