I’ve come a long way in my journey to being willing to open the door to unexpected visitors, but there’s one person who is always allowed into my home, no matter how bad my recent tunnel vision has been.
I know that many slobs don’t have this kind of relationship with their mothers, so I most definitely don’t take it for granted.
That picture above shows one of the reasons I’m always glad to have her here.
She’s great about tackling tasks that I tend to put off until . . . well, forever!
I have a lovely window above my kitchen sink. Really, it’s beautiful.
It lets in tons of light, and is a great place to display stuff.
Except that stuff (especially stuff that exists for no other purpose than to be pretty) is my nemesis. It becomes invisible to me . . . as does the dust that settles on it. And kitchen dust is ever-so-much-more-lovely than dust in any other part of the house, since kitchen dust is sticky. No long-handled duster will make quick work of this job.
Soapy water, dedicated time and a small amount of not-so-elegant-counter-climbing are required to get this task done.
As I walked into the kitchen this morning after my mother left to go eat lunch with as many grandchildren as she could possibly eat with today, I felt loved. I saw that she had once again washed my sticky-dusty stuff that hadn’t been washed since the last time she washed it.
Yes, Grammy’s welcome anytime around here.