Take two bucketfuls of Pine-Sol and call me in the morning…

My grandmother once gave me some wise, yet odd, advice regarding stress relief. At the time, I was telling her all about my daily struggles getting used to living in a city and working two jobs. I was 18 at the time and having an especially stressful week dealing with all the newness of living away from family, experiencing things I’d never done before and trying to keep up with my own youthful endeavors as a young housewife and employee at two jobs. The words of wisdom she passed along to me were “you just need to do some good old fashioned hard work.” “But, grandmother,” I replied, “that’s what I’m all stressed out about.” She then began to explain that what she meant was that I actually needed to just get physical with some good old housework or something and I’d soon find that my troubles would work themselves out during my frantic scrubbing. At first, I thought her advice was counter to what I truly needed, but after the first 30 minutes of scrubbing my old apartment floor on my hands and knees, I understood what she meant. I found myself engrossed in the rhythm of something besides my own furrowed brow and aching mind. With every wall I swiped and every window I sparkled with my cleaning rags, I found relief. In the midst of the familiar scent of Windex and Pine-Sol, it was as if I was “washing my stress away.”

Its Sunday and I try not to get into any big cleaning projects. I usually try to reserve Sunday as a day of family and rest. But the weekend has brought trouble and heartache that has robbed me of sleep and peace. I remembered my grandmother’s odd advice from long ago and began wiping down the cabinets and counters. Any other day these activities are mundane and sometimes even aggravating, but today they are almost pleasurable compared to the pain I’ve been in lately. So, I’ll try to use discretion in how much I do today in honor of it being a day of rest and the raw fact that I’ve had only 3 hours of sleep last night. My energy is low and my strength is weak today. What I truly need is lots of rest…as soon as I vacuum the floors.  (Enter to win some free Pine-Sol)

So, on that note, it makes me wonder….Those people that obsessively clean their houses, cars and garages all the time...are they trying to escape some pain in their lives? Just a random thought…

About Lisa Tompkins

child of God, writer, reader, daughter,sister, wife, mom of many, home-school teacher,pianist,singer, photographer, lover of life and really good coffee
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2 Responses to Take two bucketfuls of Pine-Sol and call me in the morning…

  1. Alisa Beeny says:

    That advise seems to have skipped a generation. I never received that advice from her. I however did find that out on my own. Hard work and getting busy with your mind or hands (feet and every muscel of you body) wards off thoughts that creep in to your mind and heart and steal you peace in God. I have also found that there is always an endless list of ta-do’s that need to be ta-done. Look at it as killing two birds with one stone. When the closet gets cleaned and straightened out you realize the mind has followed suit. Depression, anger, guilt and shame are gone and everything in your mind has a bright new shine of understanding on it.

  2. Well, my daily life is nothing short of good old fashioned hard work due to being blessed with many children. I’m just saying that usually the housework is “chores” but at times becomes healthy therapy when needed. I’m no stranger to hard work….(:

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