Every night, after dinner I look forward to cleaning up. I like to push up my sleeves and tackle the big messy jobs first. I am alone, listening to Frank and the kids in the background. Bikes, laughter, the sounds of much needed Daddy time. I start slow, then I am in a rhythm.
The sounds of clinking glasses, scraping plates, the feeling of ringing out the dish cloth, the smell of Windex as I wipe out the sink, the breeze coming in, to take the dinner smells away. It soothes me.
This has been my ritual for a very long time. One that I enjoy very much.
After bubble baths, clean teeth, kisses, stories and songs, all I have to do is come downstairs and breathe.
That is it.