The boys are at my folks' for a PTO day. Yay, Grampa and Gramma!
Snuggling this morning, Gunnar sleepily asked, "What day is it, Mom?"
"It's Friday - PTO Day."
His eyes flew open with a big smile, and he said, "Gramma and Grampa are the best Gramma and Grampa in the whole world!"
And I'm at home, with my list... that I will never, never, never get to to the bottom of.
Sometimes I wish I could turn my whole house upside down and shake it. Gently. Leaving everything nicely arranged on the lawn. Then I could clean the house, top to bottom, (I think a high-pressure air hose would come in handy, yah?), and only put back inside what I really intend to be there.
And then the garage...
Well, we won't speak of the garage.
Despite the fresh snow in the hills, it is spring, and I'm taking the flannels off the boys' beds and remaking them. And my own. And you know what? If I could have one luxury in life it would be this:
My bed, freshly made each day, with crisp, line-dried sheets.