You know that story “If You Give A Mouse A Cookie?” It makes you dizzy, right? That was me tonight. I’m not feeling creative enough to tell a fancy tale, but it happened in the kitchen, with the vacuum.
Or maybe it started with my baby, who has his first cold, so I had to hold him all day, so it took me a long time to chop potatoes and carrots for beef stew, so we ate late, so we watched a movie late, so the kids went to bed late, so after the kids were in bed, I finally picked the vacuum hose back up (it was still out from vacuuming the dryer…) and went to work on my kitchen floor.
I noticed that the vent under my fridge was mighty dirty. So I pried it off. I sucked up quite a few crayons and rotini noodles. I saved the puzzle pieces and markers. Mainly because they wouldn’t fit up the vacuum nozzle.
So much dust! You wouldn’t believe the dust monsters under my fridge. Ugly, troll-sized monsters. My husband happened by, after last hugs and kisses and drinks with the kids, and noticed my work. (He stood there and “noticed” me for a while, before he gave me a hand, but that’s another story…)
He yanked the entire fridge out, and we found more dust. Lots of it. So Dee got a screwdriver and started taking panels off of the fridge! We vacuumed every reachable inch of the fridge, and I loaded up a bucket of soapy water with lemon oil. I wiped down every inch of the fridge, and since it was so close to my stove, I cleaned that too. Then some back splash tile, and cupboard doors, and by then I was so close to my dishwasher that I went ahead and wiped that down too. I scrubbed some crusty spots on the floor, and finally got back to behind the fridge. I wiped down the wall and cabinets and floor back there. My water was filthy dirty by then!
So I dumped it out, and picked up a toothbrush to scrub the fridge vent that I ripped off over an hour earlier.
It’s clean now! I can finally check “Clean fridge” off of my before-Zach nesting list.
I don’t mind this late-night cleaning. It seems to be a thing for me. My wind-down time, if I don’t have a good book or I’ve watched all my Hulu shows. I listen to Pandora, and sing about holy ground, and God redeeming broken pieces. I think about how this right now — what I’m doing tonight — is holy ground.
And it’s broken pieces of Motherhood, because I never have everything clean, and I still yell at my kids, and I forget about kindness and love and patience. But God takes the broken pieces I offer Him and redeems my imperfect mothering. My scrubbing of floors and faces is just an offering of worship, not a prediction of how my kids will turn out. God will “turn out” my kids! But oh, how blessed I am to be a part of His plan for my kids! I LOVE being their mother, and I love that we teach each other grace.
This is the stuff of heaven, the scrubbing of fridge vents and kissing of faces.