Wednesday, October 27, 2010
I've Become My Mother...
And it doesn't bother me one bit.
My mom used to clean the house like company was coming every time we'd leave for vacation. I remember being baffled as to why you'd bother cleaning a house you were about to bust out of.
...I now understand that when a mom travels with her kids it's not entirely a vacation...it's rather more like a business trip. The last thing you want to come home to is a sink full of dirty dishes in addition to the mounds of laundry you've accumulated on your trip. We're heading off for a mini-vacation this weekend and today I'm scrubbing and cleaning like there's an open house tomorrow.
My mom used to take every piece of rearranged furniture as an opportunity to tidy up. If my dad were flipping a mattress, she'd ask him to hold it mid-air while she pulled out the vacuum and duster. I remember giving my mom some serious 13 year old attitude when this happened and asking if she really couldn't find a better time to clean.
...Having recently rearranged almost every piece of furniture in this home, I find myself wiping down baseboards and asking B Daddy to hold that piece just right there on its side so I can dust the back before we re-position it.
I used to roll my eyes at my mother's cleaning antics. Now I realize it's just plain common sense.