I'm a teacher. Every summer, before the beginning of the new school year, I feel this incessant, uncontrollable urge to clean before school starts. It's obsessive. To satisfy today's need to clean, I started in on the hardest room to keep up in our house - the bathroom I share with my three sons.
Now, let me say this. I have three sons. They are 5,3,and1. Boys, by nature, are messy. They dig, they play in mud and with bugs. They run around dripping in sweat. They don't notice when there is half of dinner on their faces or hands. And when it comes to the bathroom, their aim is far from what I consider on target.
So when my three year old came to me this morning, needing help and crying after a potty break and said he didn't want me to get mad I couldn't tell what he was so upset about. Everything looked in order. No mess that we couldn't clean up. No big deal. Sent him on his way.
This afternoon, I had the mirror sparkling, the sink shining, I could see my reflection in the faucet handles. I'm feeling good about life. I look at the 1 year old baby who is just learning to walk and shared a smile of pride. He was hanging out with Mom today.
I moved onto my next target, the toilet. The one year old scooted out into the family room to play cars. I'm still feeling good. Scrubbin' that thing down and I'm thinking, "What in the hell do they do to this thing? Is their aim that bad? How could I never have notice this putrid smell before?" And then it happened. I moved the shower curtain and saw IT. Son of a bitch. How in the hell does anyone put IT there?
Then I noticed a size 5 toddler footprint in IT. And proceeded to follow that print into the family room, laundry room, and back door. IT was all over the damn place.
Moral: Always remember that while you are feeling good about cleaning up all the IT in your life and thinking you have made progress there is someone else tracking IT around you all over again.
