is perfect (oh really?!?).
I leave laundry piles laying around the house.
I always need to dust or change the sheets or sweep the floor or vacuum.
However, here in my home with my own people I am loved and appreciated.
Plus my dog loves me and seems to have a sixth sense as to when I am coming home.
Today started out crummy.
I couldn't find my keys this morning,
I found out the fridge at our Meridian house isn't working properly,
I left my refill cup in the D.I. box I dropped off,
I made a fool of myself at Wal Mart,
the wind was horrible while I was spraying round-up on the weeds
and left my face caked with dirt,
and so on and so on....
But all that doesn't matter and especially won't matter tomorrow when it's a new day.
I came home tonight from Young Womens, complaining of my day to Trevor,
not even realizing till he got in the shower that while I was gone
he and the kids folded all the clothes in the house
(and each room had it's own pile) and the dishes were done.
They also killed a chicken (which was really sad).
And here I was thinking we were going to finish Masterpiece Theaters "Great Expectations" tonight.
There is no way I am going to make him sit with me through that.
We'll be watching The Office.
It's the least I can do.