Cleaning Love?

           Hey! So I discovered I have something in life that I love doing. Cleaning. There is something so satisfying about cleaning and seeing the clean surface you just uncovered, and the knowledge that you did it by yourself. Perhaps it is also a form of controlling. Having Something you control in life. When so many things are just out of my control, such as emotions. And my child's emotions. And feeling like I am falling down the drain emotion-wise. And then the cleaning happened, and this renewed feeling of happiness came over me. I don't know if it'll last. But it felt good so I wanted to document it.

         And the funny thing is, my daughter enjoys when I clean immensely too. She relishes in holding the broom for a slight second, even though it is obvious that she is not and cannot do the work. So I have to pick her up in my sling, the 15 month old, or else she just follows about and get's all Mucky and wet from the water in the mop. And one time she tried to eat the Mr. Clean water, which G-d knows, can probably kill. So I pick her up to clean. And I dread the process, eating cookies to cover up the pain of working, which I have always hated- sweeping, mopping. But the end process makes me sparkle. And I am proud. I hope my husband appreciates it, or else it'll feel worthless. Oh no, actually, I appreciate it so it doesn't matter.

         After all days of my daughter getting disgustingly dirty feet and outfits every time she went down on the floor, I had to do it.