Cleaning Day

I had a hell of a weekend. It started Thursday with drinks and then a bit of a bar adventure with my best best best friends. It turned into a 3 day friend bender, with plenty of relaxation and laughs, but also where too much poison was consumed and plenty of silly choices were made. (Kudos to my Mama, who knows that once in a while, I need nothing more than to miss my babies and spend a bit of time without so much responsibility, and who always tries her very hardest to eliminate my Mom-guilt by convincing me that I deserve some time, too).

Flash forward to this morning. Back to reality, which actually feels great, but for a little tiring - funny how that works.. I was slow-going and needed to pick up the pace - the house was a disaster, lunches needed packing, kids needed grooming and rides to school. Here's where my not-so-secret-anymore-trick works wonders.

I lived with my Grandmother growing up, and every time I'd wake up and hear her music playing loudly - I knew it meant "Cleaning Day". I never once thought about whether I enjoyed her tastes until I was a grown woman with my own chores to do. And now, when I'm feeling blah about getting things done - something that woman never once has done in all her 80 years - I throw on a Floyd Cramer playlist, put a fucking smile on, and do what needs doing. Because that piano is still the happiest damn piano there ever was, and because I need a "Cleaning Day", in more ways than one.

This is Gram's favourite, and here's to a week of restful sleep and healthy consumption!