A day of rest…when you finishing scrubbing that toilet
All morning we’ve been cleaning…as a family.
An approach never once taken to the doldrums of scrubbing toilets, vacuuming and windex-ing mirrors.
It wasn’t his turn. It wasn’t my turn. It was just time for it to be done.
We discovered a broken stopper in one of the bathroom sinks. I was forced to purge all the personal care swag I’ve collected from conferences past. Not a bad thing. Really.
Folded laundry, organized toy room, the reappearance of the master bedroom floor. My how we’ve missed you Berber carpet. Aren’t you looking marvelous today?
Dusting and sweating and dusting some more. And in passing I utter, “This is sort of fun cleaning…together.”
To which he naturally, and truthfully, replies, “You’re crazy.”
Today, we cleaned the house…together. I couldn’t be more pleased.
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