I just have to share this. Some people will think I am nuts (well more nuts than we thought). As part of educating myself about religion and prayer, I pick up this Prayer book for everyday women. I have never really prayed before recently, and didn't know how. I have prayed for children to be taken care of and health of others, but I didn't know if I was doing it right. That sounds silly I know, but I picked up this book on sale really cheap. Another sign for God - oh that is another story for later. Anyway last night after my family went to bed I was flipping though this prayer book. I came a cross a prayer for self discipline...holy crap, I could use some (so my new religious out look is not changing my gutter mouth, some things even God can't change). Even a little motivation. Well there was one for that. So I read this out loud just to hear them, and after award think, I could use some motivation and self discipline when it comes to cleaning my house. Silly right, why would God or some higher power care if my house was clean.
Now, I am not a clean freak, no where near. I can let the dishes pile up, the rug be covered in dog hair, live out of laundry baskets, and get rings around the tub. My husband and mother -in-law are usually the ones to do most of the house work. I rather play with my kids. So, anyway, I woke up this morning and as usual checked my email and blog, fed the boys, packed Ryan's lunch and sat down to play with Zachy and Griffin. For some strange reason I got up and decided to do the dishwasher, without thinking about it. Then put Zachy down for a nap and did a little laundry. Zachy wakes up, I change his diaper and put him down to play. Then head to the hall closet without even thinking about it and pull the vacuum out. After I vacuumed the living room, hallway, stairs and half the kitchen, it hits me. I didn't have to struggle to do this...I wasn't even thinking about it. Normally I have to psych myself up to get cleaning, it may take hours or days, that's how much I really hate housework. But today without even thinking about it I was cleaning, at the same time Zachy was scooting all around me and the vacuum, happily playing not crying because my attention wasn't on him. Griffin was happy watching a show without me in the room (which never happens). I cleaned the stove and oven and counters. Now let me say that I understand God doesn't have time or energy to waste on getting me to do house work, but it would take some almighty power to get me off my ass and clean. Maybe my little housework prayer worked or I am getting my period. Whatever it was I am not chancing that it wasn't the prayer. I will keep praying, if nothing more than to make myself feel better.