house work

Well I don't have to go to the nursing home today, so it's a fine time to do what I hate most, cleaning house. I know a few people out there that have show place homes and would cringe at the look of my home, and most likely have. My house is lived in and I like it that way. Willard and David both drag in a pound of dirt a week on their shoes. Willard , on a week end goes in and out , in and out. bringing all sorts of stuff in the house on the bottom of his shoes. I try not to worry about it, as I wait until afternoon when he is in the house for the day. I am not one of those wives or that kind of house wife to jump up with a broom or dust mop every time he comes in and gets grass, leaves and dirt on the kitchen floor. Something that some of you wives should get to know is, most men don't care! Just as long as their belly is full and they have clean clothes in their draws and closet, they could care less that there is tooth paste splatters on the bathroom mirror that they just put there when they brushed their teeth. they don't care about the trash beside their chair. An they don't care to remember how it got there. I could go on and on, but I think you all get the drift. I married Willard, I did not marry this house. I am Willard's wife not the house's wife.

Hey I know men that have to take off their shoes before they come in the house. I could only wish that Willard would, but I'm not making a big deal about it. Because I care more about him than the house. And after all, it's his house too.

When I lived alone I kept a very neat and tidy home. But sorry folks, I'm not running behind any one with a broom and a dust pan, and a cleaning clothe. OK now that I've said all that, on with the cleaning.

God Bless