Pine Sol Love Affair

I washed the floor on my hands and knees today and felt very accomplished…while standing in the aisle at Target studying the Pine Sol bottles.

It was down hill from there.

While actually washing the floor, I only felt sluggish and increasingly angry at my dirty floors. It’s not helpful to feel angry at an inanimate object; you can not say snarky things and hurt it’s feelings. There is no satisfaction in that.

I did day dream of Joe coming home, bursting into spontaneous song at his glorious reflection in the hard wood, praising me for such a hard days work. (This is not a far off dream, because he usually notices when I’ve done something significant…yes, washing the floors is significant…I don’t care who you are, Martha Stewart!)

He did notice and yet I could not recover the glory I felt when the idea first hit me as I embarked down aisle 22. I think it was the cleaning products. They were calling out to me. We have a complicated, on again, off again relationship. I always go back to them because I love them, with their delicious smells.

I almost didn’t cook dinner tonight just so I wouldn’t cover up that amazing Pine Sol smell with Chicken Marsala.

There is something very wrong with me.


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