The HIll Of Froth Froths More

     Dear Children,  I wonder how many times a year your mother cleans hill of froth, or if you have a father who cleans house too, how many times a year he cleans hill of froth?  It is endless.  Paulina had been contacted by phone by Pavel's mother and had agreed to take Pavel for the day after morning prayers had been said.  Mummy was going to clean house with Pavel of course, then he'll learn to work she said, and then she was going to take him to Paulina's home and go off to work at the bank for day.  Ah, the glorious prospect of cleaning house, you say, but that is not how Pavel's mother felt. 
     She made it her motto, I will get the job done, I will do it well, I will feel good about doing it.  There!  that should help me, she said and got started with new resolve.  She found all her cleaning materials and cleaned the bathroom.  There, that's done she said happily.  She vacuumed and swept and washed the floors.  Wow, the house feels nice, she said.  Like Feng Shui.   The hill of froth was again subdued and she had succeeded.  She was so very tired, she fell asleep.  Meanwhile, Pavel was still cleaning.  Pavel was washing the inside of windows.  That's too much for a little guy to do, you say, but no, he was doing it well. 
      Mummy, don't you think you should go to work?  he said, when he saw his mother's silken tresses on the bed.
     Oh!  she woke up with a start.  She looked at the time on her watch.  We are very very late, she said.  She took him running to Paulina's which was two streets away.  They made up the time and she caught bus to work she said, but where was Dmitri?  If only he could have been there.  He would happily have driven us in car.  I guess he does have some good points, she admitted.  And I guess God is working on me too, she said to herself.

To Be Continued