I’m standing in Kroger, two kids are in Pepe’s Playhouse, the other boys are impatient. I’m as far away from anything glamorous and pleasant as can be, and it’s 3 hours before the shower. My kids are hungry, and I will have groceries to put away soon. There is no possible way I can get to a department store to buy a suitable present.
Then, I spy this:Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Dish Soap, Lemon Verbena, and this: Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Surface Scrub, Lavender, and this: Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Counter Top Spray, Lavender and this: Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Toilet Bowl Cleaner, Geranium and this:Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Shower Cleaner, Geranium, Spray Bottle and these:
Mrs. Meyer’s Clean Day Counter Top Wipes, Lemon Verbena, Case Pack
My cart smells like heaven.
And Kroger even had this to put it in: Rectangular Beige Storage Canvas
I package them all together, and dropped in a card in with this poem.
Thank you for this sink of dirty dishes; we have plenty of food to eat. Thank you for this pile of dirty, stinky laundry; we have plenty of nice clothes to wear. Thank you for those unmade beds; they were so warm and comfortable last night. I know that many have no bed. Thank you for this bathroom, complete with all the splattered mirrors, soggy, grimy towels and dirty toilet; they are so convenient. The presence of all these chores means I have a family who loves me, and I do them cheerfully.