Some would
say that I am a crazy person, but a few, mostly moms out there will completely
understand what little secret I am about to reveal. Sometimes,(okay every time) that I clean my
shower and or my toilet I have to pull back the curtain or lift up the lid and
smile about a million times a day. Now
this is not to think that I never clean my tub or toilet and so the shiny clean
porcelain shining back at me is a rare phenomenon, oh no, I do it faithfully
every Thursday and the toilet on Mondays too.
So why, you ask, am I so crazy?
Because there is something so rewarding about seeing the labors of a job
well done, and the toilet and the tub usually stay that way for a whole day,
well at least my bedroom bathroom does because I am the only one home using it
during the day.
I was
watching a video that someone of my Facebook buddies put online that was the takeoff
of “All About That Bass,” (and you really do need to clink and watch both the
links below before you can completely understand what I am saying) and it
couldn’t have hit me on a better day as Thursday is our hard core cleaning day
around this house. Now if you know the
Gibson household you know that we hold music high on our priorities list, all
kinds of it. After all that is how we
actually pay for the house that we live in, so I know this song inside and out
and quite frankly this version of it hit home in a funny way and I couldn’t help
but smile.
Then just a few posts down
was another Facebook buddy’s share and it was a Mormon video and…okay this is
another secret that I am even more embarrassed to share, but I was on the potty
(the very recently sparkling cleaned potty) watching this one on my smart phone
being interrupted every two seconds by Sam knocking on the door to tell me
about his 100 percent test scores that he got at school. Pause…then unpause…then knock knock knock,
Stephanie asking if she could make some hot chocolate (cause heaven forbid it
is 83 degrees outside she must be cold,)…pause…then unpause…then knock knock knock,
Sam asking if he can have hot chocolate too….then pause…then unpause…then knock
knock knock and me hollering out “no” before Sam could even ask if he could put
mini marshmallows in it. So after seeing
the video I smiled even more because, well, I knew.
I love that
shiny tub and sparkling toilet because it’s one of the few things that I have
that I can physically show for the day.
I clean the house and scrub it and wash clothes and so on and so forth
but as soon as the kids come home and plop their shoes on the floor and their
jackets on the coach and homework on the table all of that is gone. And then shortly thereafter the bar is
usually filled with flour from making rolls and ketchup from making barbeque
sauce and the stove top is plastered with pulled pork as I spill it trying to
mix the noodles cooking in the other pan and although the kids are cleaning up
downstairs the upstairs is hot and sticky and messy from me cleaning, and well…the
bathroom is still clean and shining for Jason to see when he comes home.
I’m one of
the lucky ones though, because Jason doesn’t care if the house is a bomb or if
the toilet is sparkling. He doesn’t care
if I ran a million places and a million errands or if I curled up with a good
book and left popsicle wrappers on the table beside me, he only cares that he
comes home to me, even the no makeup, sweatpants wearing me that I am today. I’m the first one that he calls when he
leaves the campus at night to come home, and I’m the one that he calls a
million times on the way home to complain about the traffic and to talk to to take
his mind off of the craziness. And I am
the one that he wraps his arms around and kisses at night first thing when he
walks through the door not caring if he had to stumble over a million pairs of
shoes to get to me. And of course I am
the one he cuddles up to at night in bed, not caring whether or not I changed
the sheets that day or even anytime in the last million days. Because, well that’s really what matters, is
that I’m there, and I’m me. You never
really know what you do, whether your day is busy or lazy, sometimes just you
being you is exactly what Heavenly Father needs you to do, even if you yell “no”
at your little guy through the door that he can’t have marshmallows before he
even asks it, cause hey, that’s part of me being me, knowing before he can say
anything that he’s going to steal the mini marshmallow that I am saving for a sweet
prize for another day. Sometimes the
things we do we just don’t know how much they matter, but they do, and God
knows.
luv u!
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