Saturdays were house cleaning days when we were kids. If Mom had to work, which she often did, I would delegate responsibilities for the housework. I usually mowed the grass, trimmed the bushes, and did all of the yard work myself. Somebody had to do it, and I actually did not mind, unless the darn lawnmower didn't start. Grandpa would always come to the rescue though. Each sister would pick a room they wanted to clean and everyone was responsible for their own bedrooms, which were shared. Nobody wanted to clean the bathroom, but we made sure everyone got their turn. Sometimes it would turn into a fight, but most of the time we were OK with the room we got. Mom would come home from work and we would greet her at the door. We couldn’t wait to see the expression on her face as soon as she came inside the house. We were so proud of our work and we wanted Mom to pick out the room she thought was the cleanest. She would walk around from room to room, with five girls following her, smiling at her comments of how beautiful the house looks and how we did such a great job cleaning. Mom would often say she can’t decide which room looks the best, they all look so nice. We kind of expected her to say that each time, but we would still hold out that she might pick our room.
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I look back on my childhood and have such fond memories of how we all got along. How Mom loved us so much and wanted what was best for us. I know there were problems with our relationship with our Dad after the divorce, but I will talk about how that all got resolved later. This blog is about my mom, and my sisters, and I wanted to share some background information on where we came from as a family, and leading up to where we are now. Please stay tuned…