Dear Kitchen

Late yesterday afternoon, I walked into my messy kitchen with a look of joy on my face. I was so happy to be up and moving around again. I said, out loud, (to my kitchen), "Did you miss me?"

I had the most lovely time washing dishes, cleaning the counter and sweeping the floor. I did a little polishing but then got tired. I slowly tidied up the parlour, looked around at the rooms and sighed with relief and contentment.

I was delighted to have been able to clean again.  All is well at the White House.

Blessings
Mrs. White

From the Archives -

Remembering - Building our Homes with Little Money.

Overworked, but worth it - When Mother Feels Unappreciated.

An Honorable Profession  - The Skilled Housewife.