As I embark on a conscious decision to improve my ability to try to keep our home in better order, with so many inhabitants, I thought the remarks I have received today worth noting.
Husband: “Oh, are you growing tomatoes again? Emily’s miracle tomatoes!” Thus, he acknowledges that I lack green fingers. It was one thing I did not inherit from my mother.
While cleaning the glass on the conservatory doors:
Youngest daughter: “What are you doing, Mum?”
Me: “I’m cleaning the windows.”
Youngest daughter: “Why?”
Me: “Because they are dirty.” (Filthy, would have been a better word, but she wouldn’t have known that word).
Youngest daughter: “They’re dirty?” (She sounds incredulous. Maybe she doesn’t know the word “dirty” either or she’s never seen them clean?)
Youngest daughter: “What’s that?” and she creates a dirty smudge with her finger on the clean glass! I sigh. Maybe she is the reason I don’t clean them very often.
While standing on the kitchen sink to clean around the kitchen windows, my youngest son walks into the kitchen.
Youngest son: “Now there’s a sight you don’t see very often!”
And a comment from the eldest today was this:
Eldest: “Mum, you know Dilys Price in Fireman Sam?”
Eldest: “Your slippers look like hers.”
Me: “Thanks, Son!”
I love my family!