I think my eighteen-year-old self would have been embarrassed of me today, not that I care what teenagers think. I can honestly say, I wouldn't have seen this coming: I got really excited about finally having the chance to clean under my oven. It has been a longtime coming. I almost sent my mom a text. It felt nearly as good as changing the filter in the ceiling vent last week and replacing lightbulbs the week before.
In fact, I've been adulting like a boss this month. I bought a dump truck load (literally) of gravel, wiped down baseboard, cleaned ceiling fans, called the dentist, and gathered a trailer load of junk for the dump. Plus, all our bills got paid on time. Look whose finally going to make the honor roll!
The TV shows of the 90s did nothing to prepare me for what adulthood was really like. To be honest, I was watching Dr. Quinn, Medicine Woman so I guess I should have seen that coming. But seriously, have you ever seen something so sexy as a clean window? Nobody told me. I had no idea why my mom got so irate over fingerprints on the windows, but now I get it. Clean windows are like sasquatch - illusive. And dang it if I don't love my husband just a little bit harder when I see him put his socks in the actual laundry basket. I've got a keeper folks! Who knew?! Should we tell the kids, or just let them figure it out for themselves?
It's almost 8:30PM, and you know what that means - bedtime for this grown-up. I think I'll skip the mug of warm milk tonight...I'm putting on my big girl PJs. Gotta keep the momentum going.
Sleep tight.
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