Thank God For Dirty Dishes, and Other Things That Drive Me Crazy
Fellow nurse blogger, Tammy Swofford, asked me to write a little something about Thanksgiving. She wants to know what people are thankful for, so here it goes:
I’m thankful for a messy house. Living with dust bunnies under a solid roof means that I’m not living out on the street. I’m thankful for a husband that gets underfoot when I’m trying to clean the house. That means that he loves me, and that he would rather be home with me than anywhere else in the entire world. I’m thankful for daughters who drive me crazy. They live away from home, but they still love and trust me enough to tell me all the intimate details of their young lives. That’s the part that drives me crazy. There are some things that a mother doesn’t want to know. I am truly thankful for the many annoyances in my life.
I’m also thankful for dirty dishes. My grandmother cut this poem out of a Kitchen Klatter Magazine when I was a little girl, and taped it on the wall by the kitchen sink. This is what she would read to me while we were washing the dishes.
Thank God For Dirty Dishes (author unknown)
Thank God for dirty dishes, they have a tale to tell,
While others are going hungry, we’re eating very well.
Home, health, and happiness, I shouldn't want to fuss,
With the stack of evidence, God is good to us.