The Truth Lies Within

The laundry monster has attacked. Two days straight of showings and inspections and assessments means that while the house looks immaculate on the surface, the elements just below are multiplying and readying for the assault.

The closet doors are shut, and the beds are made, but beware the potential buyer who opens a closet or peeks under a bed!

I really hate it when the house is like this. The chaos is just below the surface, and a single morning of homeschooling is all it takes to have that chaos erupt like a volcano all over the house.

As I cleaned for the 40th time yesterday, I pondered what it was about the state of the house that was getting to me. I think I am pretty realistic about the practicality of keeping a house clean and tidy while homeschooling. It's difficult. Near to impossible. And not really worth fretting over. As long as it is clean dirt, I'm ok.

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No, I think the problem I was having with it all is one I tend to have in my relationships with people. In much the same way I dislike my "surface-only clean" of my home, I hate it when people are fake. While I understand that it's not good to always air your um... dirty laundry, I sincerely dislike insincerity.

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All of my friends here are genuine people. They are real, and they are true. It may just be the "pollyanna" in me, but I tend to give people the benefit of the doubt. Since all of my friends here are Catholic, it is easy to be charitable. Let's face it, we are not always at the top of our game, are we? And I am always grateful for their friendship, since they allow me to be genuine as well. Therefore, I am fiercely protective of these friendships and these people. My mama-bear claws come out when there is even a hint of malice against them. I feel so blessed and honored to know them and be a part of their lives.


Being genuine to the core. Our world definitely needs more of that these days...

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