When she quit working, she assumed their room would look like this all the time.  EVERY DAY, YES!  The beds will always have fresh sheets, and she would regularly sweep under the beds.  Emptied boxes of Kleenexes, random socks, the lost Barbie that nearly necessitated a call to the FBI to report its “missingness”, countless notes Sara writes to her friends, inviting them to imaginary birthday parties (one in particular on the 51st of August)…those items and the dust bunnies won’t hide under there for long.  Unemployment will be spotless-awesome!

About a bajillion volunteer hours later, she realized she could add this vision to her mile long list of pipe dreams.  Once a month she allows herself to exhale, and take in this vision of a perfect room.  What a silly idea…to spend her life making beds when there are so many more interesting ways to spend a day. As she looks around her “new version” of housekeeping, she regrets not a single second of the past 3.5 years.  NOT EVEN ONE.

It’s lovely.  It’s wonderful.  It even smells like Snuggle.  Once a month is enough.  More than enough.