Yesterday, after a full day at work, I opened the door that leads from our garage into our laundry room and I noticed that our alarm wasn’t beeping. I could have sworn that I had set it that morning, but maybe I forgot. That seems to be the reason for everything these days, “Mommy has short term memory loss, so don’t expect her to remember whether or not she fed you dinner yet.” I also noticed that our house smelt kind of funny, but I didn’t really delve into that one. I went into our bedroom to put my purse down and I froze at the bedroom door. Wait a minute…who vacuumed the floor? Hmm, my dad must have come by for something and stepped on a piece of that battery Kyle insisted on shattering to a hundred pieces just to see what was inside. I thought I picked up all of that? And wait a minute…why would my dad be walking around our house bare foot?
Not quite sure what the reason for the vacuumed carpet was, I went to let the dogs inside so they would stop barking like there were 80 cats running around them in circles in the back yard. As I was walking down the hallway, something caught me by surprise and I thought I was becoming delusional now too. I rubbed my eyes, figuratively, and looked again. KODY’S BED WAS MADE. Kody never makes his bed. He doesn’t even consider making his bed a part of cleaning his room! And his floor was vacuumed too! What in world was going on?!
I let the dogs in and was completely stunned to see the dinner table completely set, with corn bread and butter in the center of the table. And that “funny” smell? It was some of the most delicious chili cooking in the crock pot. I quickly went back to the bedroom to get my cell phone so I could call Kyle and ask him what this was all about. Did he convince someone to come over and do this as his way of asking for a truce from our fight on Sunday? Did my dad do this? Was this me losing my mind?
He had no idea what I was talking about, and my dad wasn’t spilling the beans.
I went into the living room to see what was different in there, and low and behold…the shelves that I have been trying to find time to dust for the last 3 weeks were dusted! Or undusted as Amelia Bedelia would say. I turned around to look back at the table and that’s when I noticed our chalk board: “DON’T ASK, JUST ENJOY! Dinner is on the counter, salad in the frig.” I was so overwhelmed. I went to see if the magic fairy had touched the kids room. Floor vacuumed, bed made. BLOWN AWAY. I just sat on Vada’s bed and started to cry. Kyle teared up too when he saw everything. Vada couldn’t stop smiling. She even wrote: “Who did this?” at the bottom of the chalkboard, like a separate piece of chalk was going to float up and write the answer.
We still don’t know who it was, but I sure do hope they read this. THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH!!! You have no idea how grateful I am. And all I can do is say thank you, which still doesn’t cover it, and hope that one day I will be able to repay the favor. I know my dad was in on it to some extent because no one would have been able to get in without a key and the alarm code. SO, thank you dad. I love you!
And I would just like to clarify a few things:
- To the person that shoved all of the clothes strewn across our bathroom floor into the little mountain of dirtiness: our bathroom NEVER looks like that! It’s just that I was looking for a particular shirt yesterday morning and I didn’t have time to fold it all up and place it neatly back in our hamper like I always do with our dirty clothes. Oh no, my nose is growing!!!
- To the person that cleaned our toilets: may God bless you fervently from this day forward.
- To the person that cleaned our tub: how sore are your arms today?
- To the person that vacuumed my bedroom floor: I included that little bit about the battery for you. I promise I was going to vacuum last night so Broden didn’t choke on any pieces I may have missed…and because I was sick of picking him up off of the floor to see that he was covered in my hair (I shed like a maniac!).
- To the person that made dinner: YYYUUUUUUUUMMMMM!!!!
- To the person that put up with my dogs barking for the entire time that you were there: do you see WHY I’m on the verge of insanity?!
And also, thank you to Scott and Sarah…the AMAZING people who are always willing to watch our kids whenever we ask, even if it’s at the last minute. Such as going into labor.
A HUGE burden has been lifted from my chest…and I can breathe a little better.