Sunday, December 27, 2015
Today I am grateful when people don’t listen to me. By the time our gift opening was done and the food was served, I was beat. Plopped in the chair in the living room enjoying the chaos surrounding me was about all I had energy for.
My two daughters-in-law were sitting in the dining room chatting and soon started hauling serving platters from there to the kitchen. “You don’t have to clean up. I’ll do that later,” I bellowed from my living room throne. “We’re not,” they said. “We’re just talking.”
I got caught up watching my granddaughters sitting in the big chair, heads together, giggling about who knows what and fell into a deep discussion with one of my sons.
It wasn’t until everyone was leaving in a flurry of dangling ribbon and loose game pieces, that I went into the kitchen. Imagine my shock. . .and joy. . .seeing most of the food put away, the kitchen cleaned up. . .and the dishwasher already running a load. I really love it when people don’t listen to me. Especially my daughters-in-law!