Taking advantage of one of the many snow days my boys have had lately I decided to give the house a good cleaning. Between work, school, and sporting events my house, regrettably, usually only gets hit with a lick and a promise. I make sure the bathrooms stay clean, but other than that I pick up and put up as I am walking out the door on most days. For future reference if you are afraid of dust bunnies it’s probably not a good idea to visit my house. They multiply and reproduce at an alarming rate.
So with cleaning supplies, sweeper, dust pan and my favorite new steam mop (thanks Mom!) I took on the daunting task of getting my house in order. I decided to start with the area my boys spend the most time in, the basement. Boy was I in for a treat. Let me just say that I have a standing rule in my house that if you take it into the basement then you had better bring it back out. They are pretty good about bringing what “it” was in back out, but I didn’t count on how much of “it” they would leave behind.
I began to notice pieces of brown something all over the floor. Let me stress that brown “something” is not a good discovery in a house full of boys. Groaning inwardly I moved in for closer inspection. My relief came in the fact that it turned out to be dried up apple, but that relief was quickly replaced by irritation. Rounding up the boys I did a quick interrogation. The culprit turned out to be my two year son, Cole. It seems that he took it upon himself to use his healthy apple snack as a baseball which he tried to hit his brothers with. Upon further inspection I also found his missing half of a popsicle stuck into the corner pocket of the pool table. You can imagine what kind of mess that left so it is safe to say that I will be watching him more closely when he takes off with a snack.
During the course of this basement cleaning spree I used my new steam mop to clean the floors. I love this new little contraption that basically uses hot steam to sterilize and wash away all the nasty stuff that gets stuck to your floor. I had put all of my boys to work on some aspect of the basement while I was doing this and made it clear that the floor would be wet. Another great thing about my new mop is the fact that your floor dries amazingly fast. Well, evidently it didn’t dry quick enough or my son, Levi, just did not even notice I was mopping. He came hauling butt across the floor in front of me and wound up flat of his back. Being the sweet mother that I am I simply said, “See, I told you not to walk where I was mopping.” He stayed mad for the next half hour.
My boys are generally good helpers when it comes to jumping in and getting the house straightened up. I usually get a good laugh out of some of their techniques though. My little guy, Cole, carried around the hand held sweeper and kept telling me to “make dirt” so he could sweep it up. My son Hunter decided he was going to run the vacuum. I noticed he got finished remarkably quick so I asked him if he had swept around the furniture, “no”, in front of the door, “no”, under the tables, “no”. Well, at least the middle of the floor was clean. Armed with the duster, my son Luke was making his rounds in the basement, but I’m not sure anything that actually needed dusting got touched because the last time I saw him he was poking at the ceiling tiles. Levi decided he would take over the task of keeping Cole occupied. Not long after that Luke came up to me and wanted to know if he could help “administer” Cole. He meant “entertain”.
After a long day of cleaning it was nice to sit down with the peace of knowing at least parts of my house were clean if only for the moment. My mom always made sure my brother and I knew our way around the ins and outs of keeping a house tidy. When Chris would start to complain that housing cleaning was “girl” stuff she would simply tell him that he had no guarantee he would latch onto a good woman; therefore, he needed to know how to wash the dishes and dust the furniture too. Being a mother of boys I have already passed on her words of wisdom.
I am so thankful that I serve a God who chose to give His son so that we can be washed clean from our dirt of sin. Have a great week everyone and may God bless and keep you. “Therefore, having these promises, beloved, let us cleanse ourselves from all filthiness of the flesh and spirit, perfecting holiness in the fear of God.” 2 Corinthians 7:1