In March, Two Writing Teachers hosts the Slice of Life Story Challenge. Everyone is welcome to share writing and comment on others in this special community.
I am fairly certain that my daughters will sit around a table one day and talk about their mother. They might talk about the Slice of Life. They might talk about my chocolate chip cookies and struggles to follow recipes. They will definitely talk about my cleaning tendencies and my propensity for throwing away still-necessary items and papers.
Every now and then, I enter a bit of a cleaning frenzy. Usually it's because we're having guests or we're going on vacation. Feel free to pass judgement. If you come to my house for dinner, you're likely to enter a house that is misrepresenting its usual state of cleanliness.
Nearby friends are hosting a 60th birthday this weekend, and since out-of-town friends are attending the said party, our guest quarters has gotten the nod. That's awesome, except that the current bedroom that is available for guests shares a bathroom with a current resident. Generally, I steer clear of the resident's bathroom. #notmyterritory. Every now and then, I'll need to borrow a tweezers or a spritz of perfume (okay, that's not really a borrow), and I'm impressed at the number of products. Sephora giveaways receive close attention in families of four girls.
I didn't think it was fair to ask the non-hosting daughter to deep-clean her bathroom because not-her-guests would be sharing the space on Saturday night, so I carved out cleaning time. Once I start, it's hard to stop. I cleared counters and shelves, scrubbed and wiped, and okay, I might have even tossed some almost-empty bottles. (How many drops can you squeeze out of an already over-squeezed bottle?)
You're likely to read a rendition of this story from Clare because later that evening, she commented on my post.
I opted to continue the conversation in a more personal space. She wasn't home, so our text conversation went like this:
And this morning, you'll all be happy to know that her bathroom is clean, and she was right about the receipt.
Maybe one day, I'll do better with my impulsive cleaning and tossing.
Oh, I can easily get caught in the just throwing it away type of cleaning! I've dug in the trash a few times. It might be why whenever Al can't find something in the house, he asks if I threw it away! At least you found it in there- the worst is when you dig and don't find it!
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