Chore

Mopping the kitchen.

Condemnation.

The floor is so dirty! How did I let it get this dirty?  My mother was a home economics major in college and a clean freak.  Our house was always spotless. What happened to me? My mother in law told me as a newlywed that the best way to keep your floors clean was to not let them get dirty.  Who can do that?  They apparently could.  Wait a minute...who wants to do that?  Not letting your floors get dirty means not living on a farm, not letting anyone in with shoes on, not having animals in the house.  I want to live on a farm and have animals in my house.  I want people to feel comfortable in my house and not afraid of making it dirty.  I wanted my toddlers to make messes with water and play dough and paint.  I want the kids to play hard and work hard and that involves boots and dirt. I want to craft and create and cook. These are messy endeavors. These are my choices, my values. My house and my furniture and my kitchen floors serve at my pleasure. I do not change my life or way of living it to keep my floors clean.

Menial.

I hate housework.  I have an expensive private college education and yet my daily duties are those of a common peasant woman. A common peasant woman?

Noble.

I clean my kitchen like the generations of sister/mothers before me.  What greater calling than to serve and care for one’s family?  Home making. The making of a home.  The place of  grounding, of nurturing, comfort  and nourishment for the ones I love.  

I am a mopping Goddess...

but the floor is so dirty, how did I let this get this dirty??????