Valentines Day at our House:
I was excited about cleaning, windows, and laundry.
(such a housewife)
Sun on our face.
Broom in my hand.
Cleaning attack in my mind.
(Cleaned-off porches excite me)
flung open windows
Draped curtains and quilts on
obliging porch and deck rails.
And cleaned out, and picked up.
Breathing in fresh air
and not circulated forced heat air
was so therapeutic.
I cleaned out all bedrooms.
My morning euphoria gave way as dark clouds rolled in; cool cleansing breezes turned to chilly gales and my two-year old was getting less cute and much more demanding and destructive as the afternoon wore on.
taking a walk through our melting neighborhood with the girls after school,
Or seeing the sun at all again that day, went away.
So I grumpily vacuumed the whole downstairs.
Mopped the seriously gross sections of wood flooring.
Ya know that annoyed feeling when you clean all day up till dinner time?
That sinking feeling of "Crap! Now I have to cook and mess up this whole house and I did not even have time to enjoy it clean".
So I called hubby and proposed meeting at our favorite pizza place for dinner.
We came home to a clean warm home,
We popped in a movie for the girls
and I took a long bath, reading my a new book,
drinking home-made wine, eating chocolate
till I heard Tim complain loadly about "its time for bedtime…don't know where Mom is…"
Overall a Good Valentine's Day.
My house got cleaned.
Our house smells fresh, not stale.
Didn't have to cook.
Only one drink spilt at the resturant.
And wine and tub time in peace.
Like I said I am So Past Romantic when it comes to Valentines.