A.K.A. Growing Up
So…I’m not the cleanest person in the world.
(I looked for a picture of a mess, but liked this better!)
But I have noticed a HUGE shift in the way that I view cleaning.
Picture this..little high school Lizzy.
Not really concerned with the dog’s hair on the floor or the dust on the furniture or the dishes in the sink.
Lizzy: Mom, can I have some friends over?
Mom: Have you seen this house??
Lizzy: They don’t care mom…
Which, as we all know, pretty much translated into I don’t care, Mom.
Well, here are those beautiful words every parent longs to hear.
YOU. WERE. RIGHT.
Now, that I have a house of my own, I care.
I CARE that the dog leaves hair EVERYWHERE in huge clumps.
I CARE that there seem to always be dishes in the sink, and quite frankly, they STINK.
I CARE that the laundry IS NEVER DONE. Seriously..that stuff reproduces itself. I can pick up every. single. piece. of dirty clothing in our house and still, somehow there’s a full basket of dirty laundry the next day. (And there’s only two of us!!)
I CARE that there is grime underneath the stove burners and splatters on the wall.
Which is why, I cleaned it. I washed the dishes. I wiped down the counters and walls.
I ignored the laundry. I scrubbed underneath every burner and wiped that whole stove clean.
And you know what? I went to bed feeling a little bit happier knowing that even though the rest of the house might be dirty and we spent a majority of the evening rearranging the living room, the kitchen was clean.
Ahhh the joys of becoming an adult. 😉