So, I spent the entire of today getting @#$#& done.
It was a long overdue day. I paid a few bills. Balanced my checkbook. Cleared up my spreadsheets. Transferred my SIRIUS subscription over (finally) to my Jeep. Made dermatology appointments and allergy appointments and above all, I cleaned.
I spent 5 hours upstairs. I didn't touch the big peoples rooms - but the two bathrooms and the two bedrooms (as well as my own) that were cleaned - they were really, really cleaned.
I washed clothes. I hung up clothes. As soon as I'm done with this post, imagine that you will see me folding those clothes and setting up the steamer.
I washed dishes. I cleaned out the refrigerator. I emptied all of the trash. I vacuumed and dusted and put the house back in some semblance of order.
I will not get thanked for doing these things.
My husband? Yes. He will thank me. Mostly because I'm a total brat and spend vast quantities of time - time that could be better spent ironing, say - pointing out what I did and how much work it was and how tired I am. The rest of the family could care less, and while I was working today - I realized that the work we do as mothers and wives is badly under appreciated.
Martin Luther King said it best:
All labor that uplifts humanity has importance
It can be tough to remember that, though - and so here is my salute to you.
For those who clean bathrooms that immediately return to their frat house state.
For those who make extra trips to school to deliver forgotten lunches.
For those who stay up until midnight "helping" to assemble projects.
And those who mutter about said projects under their breath as they help with research more appropriate to the college level - in 4th grade.
For those who clean up vomit, wipe down the toilet and change thousands of diapers.
For those who cheer at sports events, devote time to extra practices, and eat dinner in their cars on the way to yet another game.
For those who beg for just one more bite to cross stubborn lips and sneak spinach into smoothies and vitamins into pancakes.
For those who hunt for the hidden emergency chocolate when 8 p.m. seems to be out of reach.
For those who feel chained to the washer, and for those who are tops at getting the wash done - but, maybe, suck a little bit at the putting away aspect.
For those who read the same story over and over, or sing that same song.
For those who clean after everyone else is in bed.
And break up arguments left and right, sometimes at the cost of their own safety - seriously, don't GET between two teenage girls arguing over nail polish. Ahem.
For those who feel tired, worn out, exhausted and completely taken for granted -
This is me, holding my ginormous Diet Coke in salute to you.
You go, girl. I'm proud of you.
More importantly - I APPRECIATE YOU.
The work you do has validity and importance.