A-Mazing

I am absolutely amazed how a house can get dirty in the absence of anyone in it! When I last left here a couple of weeks ago, the kitchen floor was CLEAN, thanks to the efforts of my son-in-law. When I got back, I found little thingies on the floor, left there by insects, I guess. (Used to find those in the garage...when I had a garage.)

Then, too, there is clutter. The living room still had junk from when the children were here--candy wrappers, marbles all over the place, clothes in obscure places. I've been working on that. (Haven't even started on the kids' rooms!) There are the remnants of the junk mail (still sorting that). Bringing in the suitcases and other stuff from the trip have also contributed to the mess. Laundry to be done. Suitcases to put away. Put all toiletry/cosmetic items back in the various bathrooms where they usually reside. Today, I was looking for toenail clippers. Toenail clippers? I have three sets. Where are they???? I don't know!

Lights have burned out in my absence. The living room computer is dead. The carpet is filthy. The yard needs to be mowed and trimmed. I think I'm beginning to have a clue why I continue to have dreams about cleaning up houses that have such potential but never being able to get to the fun stage!

I went to "linner" today with friends Ryan and Bonnie. I ate too much, of course...but it was nice to see them again. Tomorrow, Megan's former friend Tiffany is coming by around noon, since she will be in the area. I hope she knows that my house isn't baby-proofed! Her son Cole is 2. We'll get by...

I had a nap this evening, so I'm not real sleepy now, but I was up WAY too early this morning. Maybe next time I post, I'll have something more interesting to say... I should say this, though: when my daughter was in California, I felt that I needed to provide a soft place to fall for my grandchildren. I ached for them in the absence of their mother. Now that she is within 30 minutes of them, the responsibility has eased for me. It doesn't erase 1 1/2 years of hurt and uncertainty for the three of us, but it helps. A lot. Maybe I can finally just be Grandma...

Still waiting for that cold front that the weatherman says is supposed to cool things down...