The Front Room

I'm not a perfect housekeeper, but I try. Like most of you with kids, it's a never ending chore. I come from a long line of women that have flawless front rooms for unexpected visitors. I’ve never hit the immaculate level but I dust, sweep, fluff the pillows & try to keep that room looking good.

Sunday we had the last day of the month visitors, no problem. The fluffed and swept front room keeps me from shame. But our house faces west and our front room heats up a bit during the afternoon. As we sat with these two people in white shirts Jeff turned the ceiling fan on full blast. Everything was fine at first, then during the lesson, I see chunks of dust flying. What a joke, I guess I'd forgotten to clean the ceiling fan. By the size of the dust bunnies, it had been a long while. I watch each chunk of dust flutter to the ground and say a silent prayer that none of them fall on the Home Teachers. I should have turned off the fan or just told them to duck. But no, I just sit there stifling a laugh and watching the dust fly!

*flying dust bunnies