My house is a mess. There is construction dust in every corner. The bathtub has no walls, but the toilets flush and the taps run water. It is a great month in our home. There are as many piles of clothes, toys, crafts, gifts, and papers as there are bits of plaster dust on our floors. When it's time to eat we shove a pile or move to an area of floor that is momentarily vacant of treasure. It's messy, cluttered, and hectic. It's heaven. Work is getting done.
Everyday my dad comes to spackel, nail, build, install, and paint. Clark spends his days running wires and installing outlets and switches. We are at our best, most joyful selves when we choose to work and leave our housework 'til another day.
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