I left my clientís house at seven a.m. this morning feeling good about the job I had done, got in the car and let out a huge sigh of relief at not having to be "on" anymore. As I motored down the little county road and onto US 40, I noticed the sun was just slinging off her night bonnet and smiling big and bold at me..I thought, "She needs to wipe her slap happy grin off that yellow face and go back to bed." I donít know how your thought processes work, but mine, (when they do) tend to ramble like a poison ivy vine turned loose on the side of a brick house. Now on the way home mind you, a nice half hour drive down a scenic route, I saw several folks out and about. There was a jogger, (sweaty and still smiling) a couple walking, ( only if he brought me coffee in bed first, I say), a man mowing, (Iíll bet his neighbors just LOVE him for getting a jump on the day) and a few assorted cars en route to somewhere, maybe church. These people were all out enjoying their day, enjoying this Sunday morning.
My next thought was that I had left my clientís house all tended and cared for, right down to the critters that coexisted there with her; and facing me at home, was more than what I could almost bear to think about. Iíd sooner face a beheading than go home. Letís see..dishes in the sink, a floor that boasted the crusty remnants of dining with a three year old, table a resting spot for assorted odds and ends that needed to go home and stay there, ...dust? Did you say dust? Dirty word..shame on you. (Our Mothers never taught us the same cuss words apparently) The fish need fed, the birds too. If you dare to venture upstairs, it would be a whole lot easier to just say a flock of teenagers had a party up there last week that's never ended. Iíd love to be able to say that the bathroom, that used to be cleaned at least three times a week, has just been freshened up and awaits me with a bath overflowing with scented bubbles. But, admittedly, the only thing waiting on me in there is a ring around the tub, ( and we ainít talkiní diamonds here folks), a dish of soap half filled with water, an over used hand towel with smears of toothpaste, two empty toilet paper cardboard rolls and a toilet that cries,"Sit on me at your own risk!"
The bedroom, oh do we have to?? (only if you have a team of wild horses)There have been no cleaning fairies in there all week either. (A convention somewhere in Florida at the Ramada Inn maybe? ) Iíll be happy if I can just find the approximate location of the bed beneath the scrubs I wore to work this week, about ten books Iím reading at once, five plants panting to be watered, a desk that holds more coffee mugs than any cupboard, ( rings included again there too, bless their hearts) papers, cdís, an incense burner complete with ashes, three candles, (because with all this mess I need the aromatherapy) and last but never least, about four pairs of shoes scattered. I think I still have the mates, somewhere in this concoction Iíll refer to as creative expression.
So of course, the next thought was, "Well I want to enjoy Sunday too. ( insert pouts here) but I canít..I have more work at home waiting on me." Oh the trap of feeling doom and gloom and sorry for oneís lot. I could already smell the Lysol, comet and feel the aches from what I knew would have to be done in order to get a little rest and return for another twelve hour shift tonight. Then the thought occurred to me, "You moron. Thereís more whine in you this morning than the whole Napa Valley. This IS enjoyment. You HAVE a home, somewhere to go. You are ABLE to make that mess and clean it up, and late is always better than never." Now came the pep talk it would take to get me in full gear again. "Listen here sister, youíre going to have to take your medicine, just like you used to preach to the kids. You made that mess, now youíre going to clean it up, and youíre going to smile while you do it!"
The next thought, and oddly the last one before I started to hum my granddaughterís favorite song "Old Dan Tucker" went on a hike through my brain, was as simple as simple could be.
"I am going to enjoy today. Iím going to remember to enjoy every day even if it does smell more like Clorox than roses, because I CAN!"
And with that, I put on my shades, finally said hello to the sun, and drove on down the road to home.