Reminder to Myself

A couple of years ago we were expecting our parish priest over for supper and for a blessing of our house. After spending the majority of the afternoon preparing the meal I ran short on time to clean up after the children's playtime activities before he arrived. So when I went to answer the door I was hugely embarrassed about the state of our living room. Once he crossed the entryway I made a quick apology for the mess and stated that it's obvious from the state of things that this is a children's home. To which he replied, "Is there any better kind?"