I think I may have mentioned, once or twice, that I’m head over heels in love with my children.
Maybe.
Wednesday was a perfect example of one of the things I love best about them.
Real Man and I spent the majority of the day at the ER with Tiny.
(4 hours of intravenous fluids later, he’s fine…story for another day)
When we got home, we were beat.
I popped a frozen pizza in the oven and kinda collapsed into a kitchen chair.
There was a piece of paper on the table, and I pulled it to me, thinking it was someone’s homework.
It said this:
Sweet note, but…huh?
So, I asked the kids what prompted this and they said, quite matter-of-factly, “We wrote the cleaning ladies a thank-you letter, this morning.”
“You did what?” I asked.
They proceeded to tell me that while they were picking up the basement to prepare for the cleaning ladies (1. Those of you with cleaning people what I mean by cleaning for the cleaning ladies and 2. Yes, I have cleaning ladies. Judge away.) Monkey Girl suggested that they write them a letter to thank them for all of the hard work they do when they come to clean our home.
So, the three of them crafted a note saying “Dear Cleaning Ladies, Thank you for cleaning our house. You do such a great job and we really appreciate it. Thank you, also, for picking up the things we sometimes forget to pick up. We’re sorry when we do that and we appreciate it when you pick up our toys, like Legos and stuff, that we forgot. Love, Julia, Patrick and Matthew”
Seriously?
And so this is reason #1,987,302 that I love these monkeys.
Kindness.
