I still haven't cleaned all the blinds in the house. We have wide slat blinds, but they're still a pain to clean. I try to clean all the blinds in the house every 4-6 months. Does anyone else even clean theirs or am I just weird? I'm pretty sure I already know the answer to that one.
Anyway, I spent a large portion of yesterday, washing and ironing clothes. I like to have every last thing ironed when I go back to work. There may be a laundry room full of clothes that need to be ironed a month after I go back to work, but at least I'm starting with a clean slate.
While I was folding one of the 800 loads of laundry that I did yesterday . . . no really, I'm not sure who wears our clothes while we're sleeping, but one day I'll catch him or her . . . as I was saying, while I was folding one load, I had three more loads waiting to be washed and dried, and I was thinking that I would most likely be washing laundry till the cows came home. I wanted to gripe. I wanted to complain, but then I remembered back to my college days. I lived in an apartment, with no washer and dryer, so I had to do my laundry in the complex's un-airconditioned/un-heated laundromat. If you've ever visited San Angelo, TX you know that it gets insanely hot in the summers (actually most of TX gets insanely hot in the summer) and can get pretty darn cold during the winter. Needless, to say, I spent plenty of time sweating and freezing while I waited for my laundry to be done, and I promised myself that once I had my own washer and dryer, I would never complain about washing clothes again. How quickly I forget.
The truth is, sometimes I complain about laundry, but I could be worrying about what my child will wear when the weather gets colder. I could be kneeling beside a river, trying to clean the few items of clothing my family actually owns and hoping it lasts longer than it was ever meant to last.
The truth is, sometimes I whine about cleaning house, but I could be sleeping without a roof over my head in the blazoning sun or freezing cold. I could be wishing that my child had just a small shelter to protect him from the elements.
The truth is, sometimes I gripe about washing dishes, but I could have no running water, much less hot running water, with which to clean my dishes. For that matter, I could have no dishes, or food to put on my plate when I'm hungry.
The truth is, sometimes I moan about never having time to myself or the constant battle of getting my three year old to nap, but I'd rather have that than the alternative any day.
The truth is, sometimes I deplore having to get up early another day for work, but I have a great job that helps provide for my family and the life which we lead. There are so many that would give anything to have a job right now.
It's so easy to forget how much I've been given. It's so easy to forget that though I may not be wealthy by American standards, I have more than most people in this world can only dream about. It's so easy to forget to be thankful. But thankfulness isn't meant for just one day a year. It should be an attitude that we live out day-by-day.
Colossians 3:17 And whatever you do in word or deed, do all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through Him.
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