Clean Floors and Tears

I mopped the kitchen floor today, just one of the many mundane{ this may be the wrong word...} things I did, along with making sure everyone was bathed, fed, schooled, talked to, kissed, hugged ....the list goes on you get the picture.

Although I do have to say I absolutely LOVE a clean floor. I can just stare at it for minutes{not that I have that kind of time} but hey, I did tell my kids no one can go in the kitchen area for at least 30 minutes...ah yes, the sheer joy of walking by and gazing {which I did at least ten or maybe twenty times...love it..} at a floor that is crumb free, smudge free and the wood has a nice sheen ....really I get all giddy just thinking about it.

The girl is crazy, nuts even...maybe? I like to think of it as a free indulgence. I worked hard to get that floor to shine. I think I am allowed to bask in it's beauty, if only for a moment.

It is the little things I am grateful for: Sam reading, Blake telling time, Jack pounding out "Ye Elders of Israel" and Claire schooling them all at a game of UNO. Life is good.

I told the boys that tomorrow would be the last piano lesson in a while. What can I do? My hands are tied. Sam was solemn then started to cry; this from the boy that I constantly fight with to practice. He said, "I don't want to loose this talent. I mean,.. it may be the only one I have right now." Oh my little Sam, how I dearly love you. I will pick up the slack for a while I told him and you must do what I say. He gave me the nod. A man of a few words. I know he gets it. Life just sometimes sucker punches you right in the gut and...... that's all I have to say about that:)