As I previously explained, I was letting the housework take care of itself for far too long. I've never been known for my housekeeping as it was, but this experience, combined with living in a trailer that I less-than-love, has brought out the best of my worst.
The fairy's caught wind of the atrocities going on in my stinky house. They sent three of their best workers. In a matter of a few hours, my kitchen was clean--including hand-washing the dishes and putting them away, folding clothes, vacuuming and making a lovely dinner.
After church on Sunday, my husband asked, "Where are we going?" I suggested that we go home.
He said, "I don't want to go back to that trailer!"
It is time for us to put the pedal to the metal in getting our house built. We keep having to delay for one reason or another, but we are all going a bit loony in this bin.
But the mess was only making things worse!
Coming home to a clean house with dinner simmering on the stove was rejuvenating.
We don't know for sure know the identity of the fairies, but there were two giant clues.
|Roses from my sister's rose bed.|
|Mom's favorite hand lotion by the sink.|
Thank you, Good Fairies!