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Friday, May 22, 2009

Let's go clean the basement

My Grandma once told me that when she and Grandpa were young newlyweds, she didn't get to see her parents much. She said she remembered one day when she was feeling especially sad and lonely Grandpa told her that sitting around feeling bad wasn't going to make it better. He then invited her to come clean the basement.

Knowing that my Grandpa was a very wise and kind man, but not terribly understanding when it came to womanly things, I asked her if it helped.
Her answer was: "Well, I still cried, but I guess it took my mind off my troubles."

You know, my troubles are not the same as my Grandma's troubles, but that doesn't mean I don't have troubles. I have days when I am so weary of cleaning, cooking, errands, homework, laundry, housework, yardwork, potty training, etc. etc. that I just want to hide! The mundane sameness that is my life becomes very overwhelming. Those days become my "blah" days. Those are the days I tend to indulge my laziness. I think: "I'll feel better after I rest and relax". But of course I never do, in fact, I usually feel worse!

Those are the days when I can practically hear Grandpa say to me: "Let's go clean the basement". Sigh. Okay, Grandpa. Let's go clean the basement.


Rebecca said...

I LOVE this entry. It's so poetic. I know exactly how you feel.

sues2u2 said...

You made me cry. I love that story & have never heard you tell it before. Maybe that's what I need to do, metaphorically speaking of course!

Pat said...

I really enjoyed your comments about Grandma and Grandpa. I know this is how I was raised - but it's fun to hear some stories about them. Funny thing I can see Grandpa telling her just that. He was such a practical man but did he love her! She was his life and of course he was her's. I guess a great example to try and emulate.

Love ya,