Anyone who has met me knows that little things like smashed pillows on the sofa, crumbs on the counter, water spots on the faucet fixtures, crooked picture frames and dust bunnies don’t bother me at all. So what I am about to tell you may shock you. I few days ago ran out of crack, I mean Klean n’ Shine, a cleaning product from the 70’s that is so toxic it foams at the mouth but I can not stop using it because it cleans EVERYTHING and doesn’t streak and F you planet, I do a lot for you already, I LOVE KLEAN N’ SHINE. Anyway, I felt the can getting low and made a note to pick up a new can or 10 at the only remaining retailer brave enough to carry this cleaner, Star Market. I grab my cloth bags, see, I told you planet, and head for the market. I make my way directly to the cleaning aisle and scan the usual area only to find that there is no Klean n’ Shine. I try to remain calm but when I see that there isn’t even an empty spot where it is supposed to be, or a tag marking its old spot...
The weather has been shifting between Winter and Spring lately and the need for change in present in both myself and my children. Every year around this time I get a deep desire to wander, to move furniture, to deep clean things that aren't even dirty, to purge the old and bask in the new. Every day I meander around the yard and observe the changes. Tiny leaves emerging from the trees, weeds poking up all around, camellias blooming. I count the blossoms on the fruit trees and notice that nearly all the citrus is gone. As I walk I am reminded of the variety of Spring bulbs that grace our yard with their different colors and smells. Flowers of Spring are quick to blossom and quick to wilt, but I wait anxiously for their show each year. This is the time of year that I want to sell it all and move into a tiny house in the woods. To dig my hands into the cool soil and to feel the sun on my bare skin. I notice that Caches especially is f...
At breakfast... "Are you all done with your peach, Cache?" "Yesh" I walk over to the trash can and drop in the remaining pieces from his plate into the bin. "NOOOOOOO!!!" "What's wrong?" Now running to the bin with such enthusiasm that you'd think I'd thrown away his very soul. "Oh, you weren't all done with your peach?" "NO!" As he is opening up the trash trying to dig out the juicy pieces mixed with coffee grounds and god knows what else. "Cache, I will get you a new peach. Once something is in the trash, it stays in the trash." A statement I make at least 8 times a day. "I need dat, I neeeed dat!" And he cries as he continues to try to dig the peach out. "We don't eat from the trash can (also said multiple times a day). Mama will get you a new peach." "NO! I need dat, I need dat!" With the saddest cry EVER! "Okay baby, you go s...
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