Tuesday, November 18, 2008

today I was feeling grumpy and mean. and like the universe was ganging up against me. While I swept the kitchen floor after lunch, I thought disgruntled thoughts about how it was totally impossible to take care of two children, take care of one house, work part-time, and still find time for myself to do anything rejuvenating. I thought about the fact that while my floor was clean, my cabinets were still covered with sticky handprints from when I made strawberry jam...in June. I almost sat down and cried over the fact that I was NEVER going to have time to clean those dang cabinets, because it was all I could do to stay on top of the rest of the things that actually mattered. So I just kept sweeping, hating those stupid jam-covered cabinets with every atom of my being, and thinking about the times I've started out to clean them and something else has happened that immediately required my attention, resulting in the jam hardening to a rock-like consistency that gives way to no fingernail.

I hated the cabinets for another hour, even while I realized how ridiculous I was being. I was mad at myself for being snarky to the kids, but was too grumpy to snap out of it. Abigail stole Juliet's blanket over and over again. Juliet burst into tears over and over again. Abigail spent a lot of time confined to her room. Juliet wailed. I wanted to wail too. I got an email from Snapfish saying that there's free shipping today only (coupon code SHIPALLFREE, if you're interested), and added "order photos for Christmas gifts" to my ever-extending list for the day. I thought about the fact that today was dance lessons, and I really didn't want to pack the kids up in the cold and hustle them out--I didn't want to go to my meeting tonight; I didn't want to review the students' drafts prior to conferences tomorrow, I just wanted to crawl into bed and pull the covers over my head.

In short, I was just grumpy and cranky and tired.

When the kids went down for their naps, I grumpily decided that I would spend an hour with the steam cleaner my friend Heather had very generously loaned me. I thought grumpy thoughts about how the steam cleaner was required after Abigail ran into the living room with a cup of purple grape juice and twirled around--very fast.

And then I started using the steam cleaner. And I am IN LOVE. Is it totally ridiculous that my mood was utterly changed by a steam cleaner?

Because not only did it remove the yucky marks on my carpet...a few blasts of steam dissolved that rock-hard jam. I feel like the world is friendly again!! I think I need to get myself a magic steamer.

1 comment:

Mary Beth said...

What, my phone call wasn't rejuvenating? Clearly I need to work harder.

Love you, sis. I'm very glad your day's looking up again. Hurrah for Heather's steam cleaner!

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