I am very blessed.
My house is a disaster. The laundry I washed two nights ago is still on top of the dryer. At least it's folded. The shower doors are hazy, there's hair in the bathroom sink, dishes in the kitchen sink and a spot (more like a REGION) of something sticky on the kitchen floor. The windows are so dirty that I don't really need window blinds.
Half my house plants are about half dead. Altogether, that means they're all 3/4 alive, right?
There are all the ingredients for a Thanksgiving feast in my house. Fruit, veggies and the turkey are in the fridge. Everything else is in the pantry. They are all waiting to be transformed into a Norman Rockwell scene.
Clearly, I am needed.