I Steal.

I have a confession to make. I steal.

It only happens in the Spring, and I’m not sure its technically stealing, but I’m pretty sure if I got caught by the First Presbyterian Church people (yes, I’m stealing from the Presbyterians), they would not be amused.

It’s lilacs. I can’t resist them. When I see bushes and bushes and bushes of blooming lilacs I just need to break off a few fragrant flowering buds and sneak them into my car. I try to choose lovely lavender bunches from the deep recesses of the bush, ones that wouldn’t be noticed anyway. I would never steal any other flower, like roses or tulips*, from someone’s property. I scold my children for plucking daisies and petunias. I believe planted, outdoor flowers are meant to be enjoyed in their designated planting grounds.

But oh, lilacs. They make me do crazy things.

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*except for that one incident in college

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I definitely Did Not learn my cleaning habits from my mother.

Confession #1: It’s not unusual for me to vacuum the bathroom.

Is this weird?

You see, my bathroom is on the third floor between two carpeted bedrooms. It just makes sense for me to vacuum the bathroom tile while passing through between the bedrooms.

Confession #2: I also vacuum the ceiling fan. It doesn’t work very well. The mouth of the vacuum kind of flops over and when I try to suck off the dust it just keeps pushing the fan around, so it doesn’t really do much, but I figure something is better than nothing.

Confession #3: (If you haven’t already drawn this conclusion, I’m gonna spell it out for you.)

I’m not much of a cleaner.

I’d much rather be working in ways that earn me some cash. I often see blog posts come across my Facebook feed that discuss things like Daily Cleaning routines, “15 Minutes to a Cleaner House”, Make your bed every day,… Honestly, I’m not even sure why I “like” these pages.

Most of the time, just keeping my children alive is the best I can do.