Cleaning house...
Children,
Today I am doing a major over haul clean up job. I am washing down the walls and shampooing the carpets trying desperately to make our home look like those beautiful show homes we go and ogle at on the weekends sometimes.
Part of me realizes that spending to much time on this is a mute point at best because it will not stay clean long enough to really enjoy it. The other part of me is terrified that if I do not at least try to keep up with this never ending battle that one day I will wake up and be over come by a huge pile of dirt, dust and filth and I will not even be able to get of my room. I will be on the six o'clock news like one of those crazy ladies I have seen off and on through out my life that have twenty years of trash, newspapers and old food cartoons in there homes because they just let it get away from them! YIKES!
So I dash around washing and scrubbing, putting away, picking up, doing wash and changing sheets... And pausing to cry here and there... As I wash away a small handprint from the full length mirror I think that same little hand print will never be duplicated, the little kiss prints on the back door that are so hard to wash off are physical memories of the day I sent you outside to play and you all wanted back in so much that you stood at the back door pressing your faces against the glass and made kissy fish faces to get my attention, all signs of moments in time that have come and gone.
So I go back to cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes and shampooing carpets but maybe, just maybe I will leave a few of those little hand prints, just for now so I have some tangible memories to look at.
Always,
Your Mama
Today I am doing a major over haul clean up job. I am washing down the walls and shampooing the carpets trying desperately to make our home look like those beautiful show homes we go and ogle at on the weekends sometimes.
Part of me realizes that spending to much time on this is a mute point at best because it will not stay clean long enough to really enjoy it. The other part of me is terrified that if I do not at least try to keep up with this never ending battle that one day I will wake up and be over come by a huge pile of dirt, dust and filth and I will not even be able to get of my room. I will be on the six o'clock news like one of those crazy ladies I have seen off and on through out my life that have twenty years of trash, newspapers and old food cartoons in there homes because they just let it get away from them! YIKES!
So I dash around washing and scrubbing, putting away, picking up, doing wash and changing sheets... And pausing to cry here and there... As I wash away a small handprint from the full length mirror I think that same little hand print will never be duplicated, the little kiss prints on the back door that are so hard to wash off are physical memories of the day I sent you outside to play and you all wanted back in so much that you stood at the back door pressing your faces against the glass and made kissy fish faces to get my attention, all signs of moments in time that have come and gone.
So I go back to cleaning, dusting, vacuuming, washing dishes and shampooing carpets but maybe, just maybe I will leave a few of those little hand prints, just for now so I have some tangible memories to look at.
Always,
Your Mama
posted by Mama B @ 4:40 PM
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