About 9:30 last night, both of my children were tucked in their beds. I came downstairs and looked at the disaster that used to be my family room. Toys scattered all over the floor, shoes tossed carelessly beside the couch, drinks left on the kitchen counter, papers and crayons covering the breakfast table - ugh!
Yesterday was one of those days. Work was crazy. October has been a record breaking month for our family business, which is amazing, but at times it's also stressful handling the extra work flow. I had an after-work event that I attended this week, along with my kiddos' typical evening activities. Poor Brian has been resting a badly broken foot. My allergies are killing me, so I've had a headache for four days straight. And I'm dieting, so I'm hungry and grumpy. Yesterday was the day that the culmination of the stress and the pace of my week came to a head.
So I began to clean - huffing and puffing the entire time; feeling just a little bit sorry for myself.
Then I came across Bailey's drawing. Suddenly I remembered how blessed I am. I HAVE a great job that helps provide for my family. I HAVE a wonderful husband who is always helping me. I HAVE two sweet, healthy children who love to go and do stuff - just like their busy parents. I HAVE a beautiful home to clean. And most importantly, I have a family who is "heart to heart to heart to heart". Life doesn't get any better than that.
You know, cleaning up isn't so bad after all. Sometimes you strike gold.