I was hanging with some college friends last weekend, several of whom are from the deep south. (Is deep south supposed to be capitalized?)
We laughed about the phrase, “Bless their hearts” . . . which really means, “Wow, I feel so sorry for them, they’ve got real problems.”
Here in Texas we say, “Poor thang . . . ”
I think either phrase could be said about my sweet children this week. Why? Here’s their bathroom counter:
On Monday, I played the part of the crazy-woman who is frantically trying to get something done in her home. I did laundry and cleaned their bathroom before a friend came over to video me cutting up and bagging my 40 lbs of Zaycon chicken. What . . . . you don’t have someone film your kitchen tasks? Hmmm.
Anyway, I tried to do a thorough cleaning job in their bathroom which meant that I even vacuumed in the corners using my handy-dandy handheld vacuum cleaner.
That was Monday, and today is Wednesday.
For two full days, they have used their bathroom without ever asking why in the world their counter was completely covered in cords. And yes, they have washed their hands. We’ve had the multi-times-daily conversation that goes like this:
Me: Did you wash your hands?
Them: Yes.
Me: With soap?
Them: Oh.
They never once noticed the totally-obvious-covers-the-entire-counter vacuum. Or if they did notice, they didn’t think much of it.
Bless their hearts.
The detail? I took it off the counter and put it away. Like . . . where it goes and everything.