It’s been one of those weeks. Monday the kids were off of school so we traveled an hour to spend the day with friends. Tuesday I was at the school all day helping count money for the upcoming fundraiser. Wednesday I went to Bible Study.
So when Thursday arrived and I finally was able to be home, I spent the day catching up on writing assignments.
I know. You can hear the excuse coming, right?
Honestly, the house wasn’t that bad. We cleaned it up for our church’s home group meeting last Sunday afternoon. Then we were gone most of this week.
As I did my Bible study this morning, I was thinking that maybe I could get away with one more day avoiding housework.
And then I looked up and saw this:
Yep. Paint and brushes and newspaper. Baseballs and mail and more.
Honestly, it ISN’T that bad compared to what it could be/has been. But if I spent the whole 40 minutes it took to go through the whole not-that-bad house and pick up TODAY, then Sunday afternoon I won’t have much to do and maybe I can take a nap! Wa-hoo!
Here’s the after:
And that right there is my real definition of: Not That Bad.