As active (and attractive) members of our church's congregation, our family gets the semi-annual opportunity to help in the Saturday morning cleaning of the meetinghouse. We don't pick the day of the duty; it's assigned via the printed out Sunday program. Lucky for all concerned, we both read the bulletin and were available. 7 Smiths woke up 15 minutes before we were supposed to arrive and were only 10 minutes late. Not bad for a Saturday morning 8:00am assignment (and pretty darn good for a house that has a toddler and two sleepy teens.) It's actually a tradition that I look forward to; both because its pretty infrequent, and because we always get donuts afterwards.
I hope that one day the supplies closet will also hold pads and tampons: because every public restroom should supply what's necessary to do your necessary business.
Norman getting the mop ready... for someone else.
It's just the Smiths in the cleaning closet, but this operation is a well oiled machine.
About 5 or 6 families are assigned to clean the large building so that it doesn't take more than an hour.
I am never disappointed by the maple bars at Dicks.
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