Enlightenment

EnlightenmentToday I had a moment. A moment with my vacuum. An enlightenment, if you will. Before you judge me or laugh at me, hear me out. This is about to get deep!

 You see, I was cleaning my house like I do every day. That’s right. Every.single.day. I have a cat (not one of those scary cats without fur) that sheds, an Australian Cattle Dog (with even more fur) that sheds, a toddler, and a husband. Yes, I clean every day. Since I do it every day it doesn’t take long and my husband is sure to keep me running like a well-oiled machine with badass vacuums that are sure to keep up with the madness. Also, I have OCD (Obsessive Compulsive Disorder). Not the kind that people joke about (it’s not funny). The real kind that compels me to keep things orderly to maintain my sanity. It sucks. A lot. But, that’s for another day.

 Anyway, I was finishing up with my “big vacuum” as I call it. The kind that requires me to plug it into an electrical outlet. The “little vacuum” (aka, the cordless one) had already finished its daily duty. Our living room area rug is black. Black. Yes, it has lots of pretty flowers and such on it too, but trust me when I say it requires the strength of the “big vacuum” on a daily basis (then all is right with the world once again). Note to self: next area rug will be a different color.

 So, I’m vacuuming with my pretty green, big vacuum and it hit me! Just how much this poor vacuum is taken for granted. And then I realized something else: just how much I can relate, yes relate, to my vacuum! I mean, think about it. She’s dusty and worn down after lots of daily use (yep, guilty of not cleaning her as much as I should). She’s precise and works hard to get done what needs to be done. Why does she need to work every day? Because no one listens and insists on wearing shoes on the hardwood floors. The animals don’t stop shedding. Toddlers don’t care what they dump on the floor. The list goes on. She’s tired and certainly doesn’t run without the help of that electrical outlet I spoke of earlier. Then, after all that, all I do is put her back in a dark, cold closet until I need her services again. Unthought-of until something or someone makes a huge mess…again.

 That’s ME! Tired. Feeling gross with everyone’s ick on me. Precise with every single detail without avail. I work damn hard. Sometimes I require someone to plug me in to work correctly (again, exhaustion defines this scenario accurately). Sometimes it’s caffeine. Other times all I need to hear is my daughter’s sweet laughter, or the garage door opening when my oilfield man comes home in the morning. Either way, some days I need some major motivation to get the job done. Luckily, no one actually tries to plug me into an outlet (I’m waiting for it).

 After this realization I seriously considered the following things:

  1. Pouring wine on the floor and letting her suck it all up. Heaven knows she needs it. All of it.

  2. Therapy.

  3. Scratch that. I don’t need help. The vacuum does. We both do! Dinner and a movie with my vacuum is in order.

Yeah, I know. I sound absolutely insane right now. But, I am right nonetheless. That’s how I feel. I feel like the vacuum. Thankfully, she doesn’t have feelings (or I’d feel really, really bad about how I treat her). The vacuum doesn’t really know what I’m talking about, but I do. And I hope some of you out there do too! I never thought I’d see the day I’d actually relate my feelings to a household appliance. I mean, does anyone? Honestly, this realization made me feel a little better. I figured it out. I related my deep down feelings to something real and it made sense! It made sense. Most days, that’s all I’m really looking for.

Tomorrow I’ll vacuum again. I’ll also complete all my other wifely/mommy duties as well. Again and again. Over and over. Making sure that everyone is happy. Much like the use of my vacuum makes me happy, and makes me feel accomplished and organized. At the end of the day I’m sure I’ll feel a little used and a little unwanted, but my heart will be content! This is my life, and I am in love.

So, to vacuums (and their makers) everywhere, THANK YOU!

About ashley

Ashley and her husband, Ryan, have been married for 4 years. They became an oilfield family in March of 2011. They live in Northeastern Pennsylvania with their 2 year old daughter, Anistyn, and two fur-children: Kora (the manic Australian Cattle Dog) and Jaxx (your typical lazy house cat). Ashley traded in her various degrees and certifications to take on her ultimate dream job of fulltime mommy and wife. When not throwing over-the-top toddler dance parties and reading the same storybook 104 times in a row she enjoys reading her own books, baking, writing, meeting new friends, trying new things, and saving every animal in need on the planet!

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