Making Myself Get Real. Again.

I just cleaned the bathroom. Again. For the gazillionth time, I cleaned it. And while I cleaned I had a little pity party. Poor me, on my knees on this dirty floor, scrubbing away like Cinderella. 

Ahem, excuse me? To clean my bathroom I simply walk through my air conditioned house, get the cleaning supplies, then wipe all those smooth surfaces until they sparkle. I can then throw the dirty rags into my washing machine and let them clean themselves while I sip an iced tea in comfort (well actually, I watched the kids play monopoly, but the point is that I could have sipped an iced tea in comfort. I have both iced tea, and I have comfort!)

My little task did not involve a long walk through dangerous countryside to haul dirty water from a river. There was no standing outside over a fire, stirring a boiling pot of water to clean the rags when I was done. In fact, my bathroom flushes and the water runs from the tap. It smells nice, and it doesn't harbor germs that threaten the health of my family. In fact, it's a really pleasant place, compared to some of the "bathrooms" I've visited in developing countries. The very least I can do is wipe it down without complaining in my head.

So, I'm getting real. And now I'm off to clean the other bathroom with a smile on my face.

Did I Say That?

Yesterday as the kids paddled around the pool I heard myself say to HA, "Don't bite your brother on the bottom!"
He replied, "But, he does it to me all the time."
Clearly, I'm going to have to keep a closer eye on these two.