When I was younger, my maternal grandmother used to sing that song from Disney’s cartoon, “Cinderella,” every time she saw me clean something up. So now whenever I clean, I can hear her voice in my head, singing that bird and mice song.
Kasey and I accomplished so much today! Assembled two bookshelves, a towel rack, rearranged the living room, scoured the bathroom (we are talking serious elbow grease), and made dinner to boot. There’s nothing better than sitting down in your nice, clean-smelling house after you spent most of the day fixing it up.
You know, sometimes I forget what it’s like to get my hands dirty. When I was a server, my hands were dirty on a daily basis. I would come home from an 8 hour day or a 15 hour day, and just plop on the couch because I could do nothing else. Then, when I felt that I could stand up long enough to get myself into a hot shower, I would let the water beat on my back and just wash away all the tension. Now that I’m a teacher, I obviously still have stress. It’s just a very different kind. I guess you can tell that I don’t clean often, since this one cleaning endeavor made me reflect on my days as a server. This poor little apartment. Usually so neglected. And what inspired this cleaning, you ask? What else? The parents are coming to visit.
