A Sparkly Blessing in Disguise

In case you're wondering by the title of this post if I'm actually going to write another post about cleaning all I have to say is....YES. Yes I am, it clearly seems to be what my life is made up of lately. I have no problem with whoever might be reading this to decide not to read it because I'm very aware that most people's lives are not made up of nothing but cleaning.

Earlier today while trying to write some other blog posts on subjects that actually require some thought on my part I neglected what it was my children were doing in the other room. When I finally got up to check on them I found both kids in the kitchen on the floor drinking half strawberry half chocoalte milk. Sounds innocent enough? No, not if they are drinking if off the floor and out of 3 pots and 4 pie tins filled with it. I remember the days when my son discovered he could get things out of the cabinet and fridge on his own and make soup. Well now it's worse because he has an accomplice who although only 33 inches tall is very feisty and could easily do the same damage on her own. And Lauren no I did not take a picture because some messes need to be forgotten like my whole entire kitchen floor covered in pink milk.

After I put Emmie down for a nap and got Rhett set up in the other room with play doh I decided to tackle the mess. I knew my normal floor cleaning attempts of spraying a part of the floor with Fantastic and wiping it with a rag would not be enough for this mess. I decided to go all out and clean my floor like my grandma and June Cleaver probably did. I filled the sink with a floor cleaner and water and actually got down on my knees with a sponge and started scrubbing. Which means June Cleaver probably did not clean her floor this way because how could she get on her knees in that dress and heels she always wore. Anyways the problem with cleaning your floor this way is while you're down there scrubbing you notice the dirt everywhere else like the base boards, cabinets, dishwasher, oven and fridgerator.

One or two hours later after the milk incident I had a sparkly clean kitchen. Towards the end of my cleaning endeavor I started thinking about the play doh I was going to have to tackle soon. To my surprise when I checked on Rhett he had every single inch of it cleaned up. I saw him earlier and he had play doh everywhere, in the carpet, little pieces all over the table and now spotless. I looked at him and said, "Rhett great job cleaning all of this up!" He replied, "and great job to you mom cleaning up the kitchen floor." Because obviously I put much of my self value in how I can keep my house clean and even I need a little affirmation once in awhile. At that moment I realized I could die today and have peace of mind that my legacy will live on. It was a beautiful, tender, clean moment.