It’s always a good idea to use your head while cleaning.
Not that I do. Actually – I spend a great deal of time daydreaming and planning and talking and singing and don’t always pay attention to what I’m doing.
Like on Saturday.
I was almost done cleaning the bathroom when I saw a spot on the mirror. I had a towel in my hand so I just reached over to wipe it off.
And when I reached over to wipe it off, the other end of the towel just happened to brush the top of the sink and knock over my ceramic soap dispenser.
Which just happened to crash to the tile floor and break.
Which spilled hand soap everywhere.
I had just filled it.
Did I start thinking then? No. Of course not. I immediately took the large super fluffy bath towel in my hand and started to mop up the soap.
It wasn’t until I put the towel in the sink to rinse it that I realized my mistake. An entire soap dispenser full of soap makes a lot of bubbles.
A LOT of bubbles.
So many bubbles it took me 45 minutes of rinsing and squeezing to finally feel safe enough to put it in the washing machine. (That Brady Bunch episode when Bobby puts all the soap in washing machine and the bubbles flooded the room made a huge impression!)
The funny thing is – this is not the first time I’ve broken a ceramic soap dispenser. I replaced our plastic ones with ceramic a few years ago thinking the kids were old enough now to not break them.
They are – but I’m not. I’ve broken every single one.
And all while cleaning.
The score stands- kids: 0, mom: 9.
Jan’s comment? “Plastic works well. ”
And so it does. Which is a good thing – because sometimes this momma is a bubble head!
My project this month is the attic.
Angel Girl got things started for me – sorting through the things that have a designated place and just needed to go back.
But my job is harder. I’ve been working my way through the piles of stuff that don’t have a home.
The flotsam and jetsam of a family that somehow ended up in the attic.
The orphan shoe.
The pretty ribbon saved from a package.
Scraps of wrapping paper.
An old clock radio.
A cassette tape.
The box of curtains I bought – but never quite got hung.
A random toy horse.
The reproduction fife we bought Matt on vacation when he was four that a sibling later squished.
Random bits and pieces of life, overlooked, outgrown and unneeded on a daily basis.
Every piece must be touched and evaluated .
A million tiny decisions.
The garbage pile gets bigger.
The donate pile tips over.
And there – on a small pile – are the treasures.
The few nuggets worth saving in the piles of stuff.
I am an avid list maker.
Every morning I sit down with my tea and a piece of paper and make a list of things to accomplish that day.
The kids tease me and often decorate my daily to-do sheet. They have even been known to add things like “install indoor pool” and “”fly to Paris”.
Most days my list is helpful and keeps us all on track.
But not always.
I had written a rather ambitious list the other day – but things just didn’t go as planned.
It was after lunch when I realized the only thing that we had accomplished was breakfast dishes and now the kitchen was an after lunch disaster.
I stared at my list for a few seconds discouraged.
Then I grabbed a pen and started writing the things that I had accomplished.
drink tea – check
time in the Word – check
sit at the table over lunch and talk with my teens – check
eat chocolate – check
laugh – check
There. I felt better now. I had accomplished something after all.
Now to add a few more must-do’s to this new improved list –
read a happy book – check
snuggle in a grandma quilt – check
doodle mindlessly – check
eat more chocolate – check
drink more tea – check
Now that’s a list to make me smile.
I finished it.
Pedro’s quilt is on his bed.
It’s not perfect.
Actually – it’s full of mistakes.
But it’s also full of love.
And prayers for his future.
Pedro graduates in less than three weeks and my role as his teacher will end.
But I will always be his mom.
No matter where he journeys in life – he will take a part of my heart with him.
And this quilt.
We started in on the basement one week ago.
It began as a simple project – just replacing our small, very dated TV stand with a much larger unit someone had given us.
But that project lead to rearranging book shelves, which lead to replacing the nasty metal craft cupboard, which lead to…
You get the picture.
By the time we went to bed last Saturday we had created a monster of a project.
Every inch of available floor space was covered with stuff – all of the contents of the craft cupboard, books, toys, boxes, totes.
Just to get a jar of spaghetti sauce from the pantry shelves one had to first scale “mount donate”, leap over two tubs of playmobil, and zigzag through boxes of apples, spaghetti squash and random canning jars.
Twas a massive project.
I have touched a million little pieces and made a million little decisions. Marbles. Colored pencils. Paper of all kinds. Movies. CD’s. Books. Beads. Yarn. String. Puppets. Props. Costumes. Sewing patterns. Fabric. Games. Paints. Glues.
Even a disco ball.
It has taken me a week – but I see the light at the end of the tunnel, or at the least patches of carpet under the piles.
But it will soon be streamlined and organized.
Neat and clean.
And it will look better – much better.
And someday – hopefully – I will replace the millions of brain cells I lost in the midst of all those pieces.
Someone send chocolate.