I remember when I first started telling people the name of our family’s blog. “A pocketful of sand, what?” “Why, would you name it that?”
And all I could think was, “Have you met my children?”.
So, feeling fully validated I would like to share this recent event. I was washing the children’s uniforms when I happened to look into the sink and see what looked like mud in the bottom. I should back up a little. Our washing machine drains into one side of our kitchen sink. I know, madness to the American mind, but once you get past the slight inconvenience of having half of your sink dedicated to the hose to drain the washing machine, it’s really rather fascinating. I mean I can be washing my dishes and check to see how dirty my clothes really were…or how pink husband dear’s jeans are now going to be because I accidentally washed them with my red dress—oops!
Anyway, I digress, back to the dirt in the sink from my children’s uniforms. As I watched the wash water rinse through again I realized with a smile what it was: sand. Pocketfuls of it.
