Our home has a stairway with two paths...one leads from the front foyer and one from the hub of our kitchen-breakfast-family area. I rarely use the foyer pathway. It is reserved for guests. People who do not work here.
I work here. I work here doing everything no other inhabitant wants to do like plunging a toilet of poop and excessive toilet paper and cleaning the crappy floor which results.
This day I trod along the foyer stairway, laundry basket of neatly folded boy clothes in hand, and as I glance upward, Pluto greets me. Then a voice addresses me.
"Thank you very much for sewing up my busted butt. You are a really nice person, and Mac says you are the world's best mom."
My life is way good...even on days when I think it is not.
Yours is, too, isn't it?
