A Good Man

He came home. He sensed my anguish. He cleaned. May the Lord bless him a thousand times over.

After a day that was spent hopping from one task to the next, i.e. schooling kids, starting laundry, sorting stuff for a yard sale, fixing food for multiple meals - my house was just trashed and I had nothing left in me for cleaning. I was as mentally cluttered as my house was literally. He suddenly had an apparent influx of energy and just went to town on this house. I feel no shame. I feel so - much - better!!!

I love my Kurt!

A good blogger would insert a picture here. The one of him lying on the couch, his energy finally gone. A good wife would probably skip the part about the snoring. I lost my instructions about how to put a picture on here so I had to give the play by play.

Lovin'my husband,
Leisl