I took the Christmas tree down. The home teachers were coming. Shame is a powerful incentive. I got all the decorations stored in two plastic boxes, which I scrubbed thoroughly. Then I hauled the full-sized tree down the stairs and into the basement and felt like one tough babe. I vacuumed, dusted, waxed, took out garbage, and sweated like a wrestler during it all.It's the first day I've had any real energy since the nasty virus hit on Christmas Day. It felt good to get physical. It was like channeling my mother. My wonderful wonderful mother.
2 comments:
Before I read the last two lines I thought you seemed like grandma only because, why would you scrub out the plastic bins? Its funny.
This was inspiring! Way to go, Louise.
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