My Grandad has been batching it for several weeks as my grandmother has been back and forth between the nursing home and the hospital.
I went out to their house this afternoon to "help" him get ready for an aunt and uncle that are coming in for a quick visit.
I say "help" all quote-like because there really wasn't much for me to do. The dishes were all washed. The laundry was all folded.
I swept a few crumbs out of the floor and did a couple of other light jobs, but I was obviously there more for moral support that physical labor. Never mind the fact that the boys went home with pockets full of bubble gum and a ziploc bag full of cookies, and I had several newspaper inserts and coupons stuffed into my purse.
It wasn't until I got home to my own crumby floors and dirty dishes that I realized: My 70+ year old grandfather is keeping a neater house than I am.
I'm not sure if this says more about his housekeeping skills or the fact that 2 boy-kids and a baby inhabit this house. I am also not sure if I want to investigate that thought any further.
And with that, I am off to bed.
May your sleep be sweet and your house be clean!