As ya’ll know, my life is a series of minor calamities and mishaps. If there’s a piece of furniture within twenty feet of me I guarantee you I’ll bump into it and bruise some part of me. I am constantly overdoing things and then I end up walking like a 90 year old lady and sitting on a heating pad like some silly invalid.
Since the demise of the housecleaner — maybe I should rephrase that…since I canned the housecleaner, Devoted Spouse and I have upgraded the old cleaning implements. We picked up a Shark steam cleaner for the tiled floors and found a sale on a we’re-not-in-Kansas-anymore-suck-up-everything-in-this-county Dyson vacuum cleaner. We are now fully stocked with microfiber cloths, an upstairs Swiffer and a downstairs Swiffer and a whole host of bottles of Windex and other assorted burn-your-lungs chemicals. In other words we are a two-person cleaning company and, frankly, our house is looking pretty spiffy.
But in the course of cleaning, stuff happens. I had to break in both the Shark and the Dyson and I ended up steaming part of the family room carpet (which didn’t hurt it) and that roller ball thingie on the Dyson makes it go in all kinds of directions so I kind of ran into a few pieces of furniture and danged near sucked the daylights out of EmmaLou, Golden Destroyer. While cleaning the mirrors, something wasn’t working right so I had to unscrew the top of the bottle, take out the pump thingie, and of course I knocked over the bottle and Windex went everywhere. After all was cleaned… being the Type A person I am, I realized I overdid it and had to pull out the Big Bottle of Advil and the heating pad. It’s no big deal; I’m used to that. Plus, for all my efforts and bodily discomfort, I had a clean house.
The past few mornings in the interest of marital accord I have been arising first, feeding precious pup and taking her out, and also making the coffee. Stepford Wife. To keep the coffee hot a little longer I always pre-warm the mugs with steaming hot water. This morning I proceed to pour my first cup of coffee into – yes – a cup that is already filled with hot water. There was coffee and water everywhere. Out came the cleam microfiber cloths…and I remembered something a friend quoted on Facebook the other day…lyrics to the perfect song for all those days when stuff happens and ya gotta remember that it’s just not a big deal and keep on smiling. So when you go through the nonsense I go through (and I know you do) just start singing this song and maybe it will help. It’s true… life gets sticky and ya get bruised up a bit but no matter what it brings, don’t worry ’bout a thing. sigh…