The girls and I were homebound this morning because after 5 and a half years and over 80,000 miles, it was due time to get some new tread on the Vdub. Although I’m a stay-at-home-mom, I’m not really a stay-at-home-mom. I kind of really hate being stuck in the house. Barring illness, we get out of the house pretty much every day for a few minutes. The girls learned this behavior from me and, in turn, wake up every morning asking where we’re going that day and who we’re going to see.
Since we had no choice but to chill at home, I decided to make the most of it and check a few of the more time consuming items off my cleaning list.
There more than 200,000 things I would rather do before clean. Especially deep clean. You know, the pull-the-couch-away-from-the-wall, clean-on-top-of-the-cupboards kind of cleaning.
But there has been this slight… odor… coming from Emery’s room. I’ve mopped her floor, checked the closet, washed the windows, changed her sheets, wiped the walls, washed the bedding, checked shoes and washed the rug. And yet, this slight smell remains.
So with today’s extra “free time,” I turned on a movie and spent an hour beneath and behind her dresser and bed.
Ladies (and gentlemen, if there are any of you lurking – although I doubt it), please heed my warning:
Do not look under the bed. Do not clean under the bed. Under no circumstances. Ever.
Apparently beneath Emery’s bed is where all the spiders in our house go to die.
So many spiders. Of all sizes. Dead, thankfully.
We’ve had a few run-ins with spiders since moving to Georgia. I remember most vividly the night I woke Josh around midnight after I saw a Georgia-sized spider saunter across our living room. Yes, it was big enough to saunter – it’s a Georgia spider, after all. So, my half-sleeping husband killed the big momma spider that was – unbeknownst to us – carrying baby spiders on her back. Those baby spiders survived the squishing and spread like the tide across our living room. We slept soundly that night and dreamt of baby spiders crawling in our bed to snuggle.
We’ve lived in this house for over three years. In that time, I can’t say I’ve ever given Emery’s room a good, solid scrubbing. And now that I’m doing the math, I’m pretty embarrassed to say I think it’s been nearly 2 years since I peeked beneath the bed frame.
And now that I know it’s a spider graveyard, I promise it will be at least another 2 years before I do.
Because cleaning beneath beds, couches and dressers is now going on Josh’s ever-growing list of man chores.
This momma doesn’t do spiders.
And that faint smell? Still there. I think it may just be the smell of a dirt-loving, tutu-wearning, roly-poly-collecting, almost-4-year-old girl.
What household task do you pass along to your spouse?