Friday, 16 January 2009

• Some Dance in Their Underwear, I Dance in My Cleaning Gloves...

   by Mama Bee

  Every weekend I clean my house like a mad woman. I spend 8+ hours scrubbing our home until you could eat off the floor and walls.

  I vacuum all 2300 sq ft of my home, move furniture around and declutter should I need to. If you were to peer in my windows on my cleaning day, you would probably laugh. I grab my pink iPod, turn the volume all the way up and go to town while dancing around in sweats and a tank top with my hair on top of my head.

  Cleaning is relaxing for me, always has been and it's partly because I don't deal with anything except what I'm working on, be it the toilets, the kitchen, our bedroom, my children's rooms...

  I claimed yesterday as my cleaning day since my husband was off.  He took our sons to school and I grabbed my iPod, threw my hair up in a crazy pony tail to keep it out of my eyes and grabbed my cleaning supplies. I didn't hear my husband walk in but he did hear me...coming up to the house.

  I guess I was singing so loud he sat outside for a moment composing himself. He walked in to tell me and I was dancing washing the walls of the shower. As I turned around not only did he scare the crap out of me, he was crying with tears streaming down his beautiful cheeks from laughing so hard.

  It gets worse...

  I turned the music down and tried to keep my crazy hot mess of a self to a minimum but it doesn't last long. One of my favorite songs came on so I turned up the volume all the way and sang away, being conscious of my volume this time since I knew my husband was home. He and the baby were downstairs having a tea party (absolutely the cutest thing in the world) so I figured I was safe. Suddenly as I'm mopping the floor on my hands and knees I feel a tap on my shoulder.

  I pulled out my head phones, "Yeeesss, honey?"

  (laughing) "As much as I love your rendition (laughs harder) of that song (he can hardly talk he's laughing) I think you may want to leave the high notes up to the singer (can't breath)."

  "Shut up! How do you know what I was singing!"

  (laughing in the baby's room, which is across from the bathroom) "THE BABY MONITOR!"

  So, I turned it off and shooed him far away.

  By the time my kids were getting out of school I had gotten our room and bathroom, my son and daughter's bathroom and my youngest son's room completely done. I was moving on to the kitchen when my hubby left to get our boys.

  The blinds were open in the living room as was the door since I was burnin' up! I turned my volume on the iPod up again (you think I would learn my lesson) and began to sing like my life depended on it.

  I turn around and I see my youngest son dancing away in the doorway as my oldest was laughing along with his daddy. My youngest was rockin out like you wouldn't believe, and I lost it. It was hysterical.

  "Mommy, you can keep singing and dancing" he says approvingly.

  And then I see our neighbor, this sweet little old lady, and her daughter, who is around 40 come over. They tell us how they were taking a walk and saw me in the window and also heard me. Both ladies said it made their day and then, as if it couldn't get any worse, the older lady says,

  "My favorite move of yours was this" and proceeds to show my husband the dancing that he missed while away.

  OH. MY. GOODNESS.

  I'm sure I looked a hot mess to everyone.

  Everyone except my son who loves me, my singing and dancing, unconditionally and is more than willing to join his mommy making a fool of herself anytime.

  Does anyone else find cleaning relaxing? What is your cleaning process like?

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