Clean Sweep

So there we sat. Saturday morning. On the sofa. Together.

No agenda, no plans, no kids for the past or future week.

No kids? No Kids? What, in the what what is THAT???

Oh yeah. The kids?

They are whiling away their days at my folks in South Florida doing lovely things such as swimming in the pool off their bedroom and going to the water park and the museums and the library and baking cookies and riding bikes and playing with friends that they have made in all the years we have been traveling to that house and that neighborhood.

I get a daily report from General GiGi. They do, ever so earnestly, try to con their GiGi into not doing their hour of down time reading every day. Or eating their vegetables. Or brushing their teeth. Or...or...or.

But Gigi, being MY mother, is all too familiar with the tactics of the enlisted. Which is to say MY apples don't fall far from the mommy tree and she has comebacks in HER arsenal that I have not touched (or remembered) yet.

My kids? They are fine. We talk to them every day and they tell us they miss us and love us, but they are having a GRAND adventure. Thank you very much.

So back to the sofa.

He and me....we had a cup of coffee, and then another. And snuggled. Watched a movie. And after the excitement of THAT wore off (or the caffeine kicked in) I looked at him. He looked at me and we........

(OH you SO know where this is going? Read the title of the post. Right? Right.)

Said in unison...."Let's do it"

"IT" being cleaning out our room and the kids rooms and closets and drawers and under the bed (very, very scary) of all the accumulated crap that piles up when you aren't vigilant, despite your best efforts.

I think the dust bunnies had their very own chain of command. And I know for a fact the gum wrappers had organized their own union.

So after we got all hot and dirty and nasty and sweaty doing our cleaning thang, we took a shower, went out to eat, rented a movie (are you seeing a repeating theme here?) and snuggled on the sofa feeling all smug and self satisfied.

Was the day romantic? Hell yes. Why? Because I got to spend the entire day with my husband, side by side. We laughed, we bickered over what to keep and what to toss, we sorted through all of our and our kids accumulated "memories" (Crap or treasure...heads or tails....rock, paper, scissors, shoot. Yes it got that silly) and reminisced along the way.

That day and the past 10 days have reminded me why I married this man in the first place. Because no matter how hot and dirty and nasty and sweaty life gets, he still makes me feel funny and smart and beautiful and safe.

And he makes me laugh. Hard. And roll my eyes and laugh some more. And then snort and say "Are you kidding me? It's just a piece of construction paper with ten times the glue"

And he says, "Look closer" and I look and it says "you're the best mommy cause you snuggle me"

Yep, it's official. He's a keeper.