Immediate Gratification

I love mopping my floors!  Some people might think that says all sorts of things about me as a wife: “she’s so wifely,” “of course a wife would like to mop her floors,” “well, she better like it cause she’ll be doing it for a long time!”  The list goes on. 

I’ve liked mopping for a long time now.  I didn’t grow up mopping floors.  In fact, I’m not sure that my mom ever mops her floors.  She’s got this extension on her vacuum that seems to do the trick; that, and spot-cleaning.  Mopping is so instantaneous.  As opposed to sweeping (I know, a prerequisite to the good ol’ mop), which leaves little dust pieces everywhere and you can’t quite get them.  When you mop the streaks and spots and little messes just disappear.  Usually not even too much elbow grease is needed!  And we have this great pepperminty castille soap so it’s even a little bit aroma-therapeutic. 

It’s also a good chance to reflect on the past week(s).  It’s not hard work, and so my mind is free to roam, to go places it wants to.  I’ll pop in the Chicks and let their lyrics guide me into feelings and experiences from the past week.  Like about apologies and forgiveness; like stepping out where people can see your face; and love.  My husband told me he married me whether or not I’m busy – as in, I can be messy and he’ll still love me!  He has an amazing ability to know, in his gut, that I (and others around us) am doing the best I can.  My best truly is good enough.  How amazing.  And now I’m mopping my floors…


Messy Wife

Some wifely friends of mine were talking about how their husbands are always asking them where stuff is – the scissors, a plate, the ice-cream scoop, whatever.  Everyone seemed to agree with this statement, mentioning other things their husbands asked them for (matches, toilet paper, the broom…).  Am I the only one who is so messy that my husband actually repeatedly asks me to clean stuff up?? 

I’ve been relatively messy my whole life.  The fact of that drives me bonkers; I love being in spaces that are nicely decorated and free of clutter.  When I have the time, one of my favorite weekend morning activities is to clean up all around the house.  Lately (and frequently in life), I haven’t had the time, resulting in a massive mess everywhere.  Some people have these great habits of always cleaning up before going to bed.  Not me!  I like to clean in the morning!  The problem arises when in the morning Im’ so tired that I snooze a little longer, and suddenly have to rush to even make it to work on time. 

We haven’t resolved this one yet.  MrH just asked me if he could nag me about my shoes next to the front door; and the stack of mail to be filed; and my sewing machine that’s still sitting on the dinner table.  Am I really that messy?  Or did we just not arrange the space in a way that works for me?  Sadly, I think I really am that messy… and working on bettering myself.  In the meantime, my husband will nag me about it, and I’ll ask him where the scissors are.