When my husband left for his regular out-of-town work week this morning, he told me “I’m sorry for the mess I left on the stove.”
See, last night as he was fixing us ham and potato soup for dinner, the pot boiled over and left this mucky mess (now hard-crusted) all over the burner:
I didn’t worry about it at the time because (a) I was grateful he was making dinner, (b) I knew that he was already irritated with himself, and (c) we were celebrating my son’s birthday, and I didn’t need to be distracted from that.
But while I absolutely appreciated my husband’s apology this morning, it also made me laugh. This past weekend was a busy one: son’s sleepover, Senior Prom, tons of birthday festivities, church, an important church-related appointment for my husband, daughter and I yesterday. While on Friday my house was totally clean, this morning it looks like this:
And that’s just the downstairs!!! And doesn’t even include ALL the areas of the downstairs (there’s also a bedroom, bathroom, laundry, and toy nook)!!!!
Again, I appreciate my husband’s concern over me having to clean up his mess on the stove, but honestly – it’s just one little drop in the bucket for me this week.
Please tell me I’m not the only one with a family who can destroy a living space in such a short amount of time!