Day #6

Can it truly be expressed, the power of cleanliness has upon me?
The smell of bleach and citrus bubbles of dish soap.
The high of chemicals, the sparkling shine of polished porcelain?

Yeah, probably could.
But, eh, that seems like a lot of effort.

My main problem is I love things to be clean, and I live with two boys.
NOW, DON'T GET ME WRONG. I love them dearly. Chris is my protector, Bryan is my rock.
But when it comes to cleaning, it has been a... rocky road.

But, it's the little things that matter in life, and today I woke up with the grand surprise of this.

Clean dishes.
For the first time in almost a month, we have silverware!
And BOWLS! I'm not using the same bowl over and over again.
I actually almost cried, like, seriously.

The biggest reason this was so powerful for me was that both my boys were out of town this past weekend, so I went on a two day cleaning spree. I mean, I bleached the floors AND WALLS. I cleaned everything, swept, picked up, polished, and sprayed. I mean, the whole nine yards (which is funny because my laundry STILL isn't done...)
And when they came home, I asked them to do the dishes since I cleaned everything but they didn't.
I felt a little used, really. I mean, they didn't ask me to clean, but, you know.
I just wanted a little something back for my efforts to help them.

Which was my mistake for expecting something in return for something I was doing for my own sanity.

But then I woke up to this and I felt so full of joy.
I mean, I know the dishes will quickly stack back up... from all of us!
But until then, I can enjoy a sink barely full of dishes and cabinets full of stuff. :)
And clean silverware, yes, yes, yes.