My mother’s at it again. I’m sitting looking at the mess on the floor underneath the highchair with a mixture of awe (how did Z make so much mess?) and horror (cleaning is going to be such a pain), when my mother swoops down with a wet towel, and the mess is gone. Before I can protest (Don’t! I’ll clean it!), she has already proceeded to lift the highchair table and is soaping it up in the sink. She is very efficient. I, on the other hand, feel sluggish so I give up and announce that I am going to take a nap. She doesn’t pay much attention, so I say that she should take one too. She insists that she doesn’t need one. I insist that naps are good for the soul to which she retorts that my soul must be perfect. Far from it.
Naps are amazing though. They can make your skin shinier, hair glossier, eyes awakier, etc! However, upon much dwelling and a class on prayer, I know that naps are good for the body, prayer the soul.
When we feel happy, sad, healed, broken, we need to stop, drop, and pray.
Before praying, we need to stop what we’re doing and take a few seconds to clear our minds.
Drop your phone/laptop/technology distraction (preferably place it gently on a high counter away from toddler, not literally drop it) and look away from our little white screens. Distractions such as email can wait, and iphones be gone!
“…remember God standing, sitting, or [lying] on your sides” (Quran 4:103).
“Keeping house is like threading beads on a string with no knot at the end.” – Anonymous
Everyone knows that cleaning lady or has heard about her. You know the one who barely walks into your house and with every step she takes, your floors get less grimy and everything sparkles around her. Well, I wish I had one. But I don’t. My inlaws have one.
She will often offer great advice to me. Vinegar-water-with a squirt of Dawn Soap till you can see a faint tinge of colour, FYI, is an amazing houeshold cleaner and you don’t have to worry about the chemicals around kids.
I was telling her how Z gets into everything and keeping things clean at my house was impossible. It reminds me of this quote I read, that trying to keep your house clean is like trying to string a necklace wth no knot at the bottom. I feel that extra with a toddler. I’m not an overly neat person to begin with, but I try. With a toddler, trying is like the aforementioned quote.
So upon telling her my cleaning woes, I waited for some great advice. Something life-changing like the vinegar solution.
And sure enough, she delivered.
Her blue eyes twinkling, she said, “Just enjoy the mess!”
Now, when my house is a mess, like it usually is, I don’t walk around aimlessly picking up things, only to be dumped back a few seconds later. I revel in the mess that involves Cheerios, stray toy animals, and more. Plus, why string a necklace without a knot? I do the stringing when Z is tucked into bed, when I know she can’t undo my cleaning…atleast for a few more hours, that is.