For those of us who grew up watching “Friends”, you know Monica.
And Monica drove most people nuts.
Not me. I loved her.
And recently, I have begun to understand why.
She loves a good clean house and she’s a little extreme (she once described her dry cleaner as her Disneyland).
You see, I relate to her on many levels.
Type ‘A’ personality.
Check. It’s possible I have thrown golf clubs once or twice
Doesn’t trust a cleaning lady to clean to her standards.
Check. Except when finally gave in.
Check. Um, nope, not that one.
Ok, I digress. So I like a clean house. What’s wrong with that, right?
I know, I know….
As a mother, I should accept that a messy house is a sign of a happy home. Focus less on what needs to be done and preserve the memories happening right in front of me. Kids don’t care about having a clean house.
Yada yada yada.
What about me!?
I’m sorry, but when my bathroom smells like an outhouse because no one can aim into the bowl, or when I have to play hopscotch from room to room to avoid hockey sticks and legoes, or, I don’t know….I sit on cheese-it crumbs every. damn. time. I try to sit on our couch….
I get irritable, ok?
Call me crazy, but there is something positively glorious about walking into a clean room.
Toys nestled in their tiny little color-coded boxes.
Toothpaste crust-free sinks.
Walking barefoot without the potential of sand, gum, water, or leftover nutrigrain bars under me.
Windows I can see through.
And carpet I can walk across.
Oh, and bathrooms. Bathrooms that smell of sweet cinnamon and fresh linen on a summer day.
I can’t help it.
It calms me. Bring me peace. And puts little spring in my step, really.
Being a mother of two boys, I understand its simply not realistic to maintain this, but I do relish in the hours before my boys come home after the house is cleaned.
I breathe in it. I walk around the house and do a little dance.
And then by dinner time, the moment is gone.
Kellen has usually dumped pencil shavings or bubbles on the floor and Declan has paid a visit to the bathroom. And well, you know what happens then.
Until next time.