Good Job mom

Today I tackled cleaning upstairs. We use it every day as a school room, but it had been at least two weeks since it had been vacuumed and picked up. I leave it to your imagination to visualize what the floor looked like. As I finished vacuuming, Michael wandered upstairs. He surveyed the school room:  all the books had been out away, paper scraps removed, and the floor vacuumed.

“Mom,” he said encouragingly. “You did a great job cleaning! Go mommy! I’m so proud of you!”