Getting Better

I've got the creeping crud.

That's what my dad calls pretty much any croupy-cold type illness. And I think I have several croupy-cold type illnesses all rolled into one right now.

The house didn't get cleaned on Friday because of various trips to doctors and such... and it didn't get cleaned on Saturday because of football, cheerleading and nursing back to health a strep kid... and it didn't get cleaned on Sunday because I take seriously that thing the Lord said about it being a day of rest.

This morning rolls around and I feel like dirt. Maybe the dust bunnies in the home of the dirt family. Or toe jam on the dust bunnies in the home of the dirt family.

Something like that.

But I've got several ladies coming to my house on Wednesday afternoon. And I know I'm going to be busy with BSF stuff both Tuesday and Wednesday mornings... so today is cleaning day, regardless of dirt, dust bunnies or toe jam.

I am not the kind of homemaker whose house is nice and orderly if you just drop by. I want to be that person, but she just hasn't shown herself in me yet. I think she died when I had kids.

So if you just drop by, you'd better be the kind of friend who can overlook a lot. And you should also have the ability to hush your mouth about anything you can't overlook.

Thankfully, I cultivate those kinds of friendships. My friends love me for grander reasons than my house. I'm not sure of those reasons some days, but I do have some great friends.

And one of them just made my day rise to about knee level. Nah, probably waist level even.

Nicole made me this:




Isn't it cool?

And she did it just because. Which is only the best reason ever!

If you want her to do you one, she just started a business for this sort of thing. Click HERE. You can also hop over to her personal blog from there if you want to see what else she can do.

The day is getting better. I may even be getting better.

(But I'm still tucking the kids in early tonight and then heading right to bed myself.)