It's about ninety degrees outside with the humidity making it feel about one hundred and five. Just one darn air unit and its hardly even working. This apartment is smaller than a match box , the heat is just sitting in the air. I wipe the sweat from my eyes with my dirty tank, it shrunk in the repeated hand washes. So it rides over my tummy now, with the faded letter's Old Navy going across the front of the shirt.
I have cleaned this whole house and still looks like I have not touched it one little bit. This apartment is only a two bed room. Too small for all four of us. I'll have to try to tackle this project later.
The kids will be on there way home soon and I have to get ready for dinner. I go to the fridge. I open the freezer to see what I can combine together. Its not the first yet. I'm low on everything but I know I can make some fablous dinner out of what we have saved through out the month. I have some pork chops, hamburger, ....humm ninty nine cents pizza's. Old bag of frozen carrots, freezer burt on top of that. Someone left the bag open. I hate when the kids do that, just being carless and leaving stuff either empty or opened.
Ok hamburger this will have to do I think and pull it out so it can thaw out a little. I go to the cubbard pull out the mac and cheese and throw a pot of water on the stove. Ok let me start back with this cleaning task...
The kids come about an hour later screaming at the top of their lungs. "Mamma, Mamma we are home." "Ok ,ok pick your bags off the floor, put your shoes by the door." "I just cleaned up" in a frustrated voice. "Sorry mamma, we just wanted you to see our papers". Oh dear I need to get it together and not stress so much. "I'm sorry baby I will look at it in a little bit after dinner." "Ok mamma" my sons relpys in a little voice at this point knowing not to push the issue all the way.
I get the pan out, the only one we have and put the meat on. I was trying to wait until the sun went down a little but the kid's are starving. As I put together my fablous dinner as I call it. I get the paper plates out, and start setting the table. I think this has to get better one day. I call the kids around the table we pray and then the feast begins.
Mac and cheese with hamburger mixed in, applesauce and peas on the side. A cup of cool-aid to wash it all down with and that is a fabulous meal, for a fabulous family. I think my family ,my kids are fablous even if we dont have much. They mind, they have manners and I love them but its hard very hard at times. I do everything on my own with no help. But I know my blessing are coming one day. Tear's drop onto my light carmel face, as I clean up. I know it will get better soon.
I give each child their bath, do hair, lay clothes out and tuck them in bed. By now its going on nine o'clock. Its cooled off by fifthteen degrees. Which now I can finish hanging the clothes to dry, wash some more out in the sink and clean the appartment like I want too.
As I head to the livingroom I pick up my son's book, a single paper drops from his book. On the top of the paper it reads A+, your a star!
I know now my life has purpose.