I don’t like cleaning. It seems so futile. Maybe it has something to do with my job growing up was to clean the bathroom. I have 6 older brothers. Enough said. But I know how to clean toilets and with the hat-trick, that is an asset.
It’s a good thing I dislike a dirty house more than cleaning. And since I want happy daughter-in-laws some day, I teach the hat-trick to clean toilets too.
3 boys, cleaning, on a Saturday morning, evict more than a few groans and they aren’t all from the male species.
So to spruce it up and lighten our spirits to just
get. it. done.
We make it a challenge or play some upbeat music.
I couldn’t help but sway some hips along with the back up singers while dusting to this classic. A reflex of sorts by my Curry genes.,My limbs so can’t be still when I hear it.
The random “Hallelujahs” from the midlin’ kept us smiling for at least part of the chores. He often backed up the cd to “In the Belly of a Whale” with the line “What rhymes with comet?” encouraging another bellow and snickers.
Shaking my head and smiling a deep sigh, I wonder how I got here; blessed as I am.
A mother of boys. At times craving pink but still choosing blue as my favourite colour.
Hugs and blessings,