Oh how do I welcome Friday, although weekends aren't necessarily equated with down time around here. I'm feeling like there is a lot of negativity in the media these days and it's getting me down. So out of the goodness of my heart, I thought I would share a little story with you. Something I overheard in my dining room the other day. It's a priceless story and hopefully you'll leave here feeling better after you hear it. Because to be quite honest, I can't believe I am actually going to share this.
This conversation took place between my hubby and my five year old daughter, on his birthday this past Wednesday.
Sj: Dad I made you this gift, open it, open it!
Hubbs: Wow cool, what is it?
Sj: It's a shaker, a musical instrument, I made it myself, without Mom's help. I washed the yogurt cup, filled it up, and wrapped it all by myself. Do you like it?
Hubbs: I love it. What did you put inside to make the noise?
Sj: I picked dried stuff off the floors.
Hubbs: Wow, great it's like recycling.
So truth of the matter is, I haven't washed the floors in awhile. But I promise I swept them today, out of sheer cringing on the inside. If you are having a bad day, I hope that made you smile. I'll take the embarrassment to make someone's day better. Oh and on my to-do list this weekend, hands and knee floor washing.
Have a great weekend.