- #40D4W Explained: Forty Days For Wife
- #40D4W – Day 1: Check your ego at the door
- #40D4W – Day 2: This is how I roll
- #40D4W – Day 3: A roll of the dice
- #40D4W – Day 4: Vanity, all is vanity
- #40D4W – Day 5: At what price porcelain?
- #40D4W – Day 6: Not far enough from the madding crowd
- #40D4W – Day 7: Laundry by any other name is still Hell
- #40D4W – Day 8: Fibber McGee’s Closet – Round One
- #40D4W – Day 9: Stripping the lights. Fantastic.
- #40D4W – Day 10: Souper Man
- #40D4W – Day 11: A thousand words
- #40D4W – Day 12: Philosowrapter
- #40D4W – Day 13: As nasty as I don’t wanna be
- #40D4W – Day 14: Confessions of an Angry Man
- #40D4W – Day 15: My side of the story
- #40D4W – Day 16: Basic Training
- #40D4W – Day 17: Course it’s a good idea!
- #40D4W – Day 18: Now that’s a fire!
- #40D4W – Day 19 – 31: Mid-Wife Crises
January 15, 2016
Labor was, once again, the Sacrifice of the day.
This time, as much as I dreaded it, I had to face the worst part of our bedroom: My side of the bed.
Every night before I go to bed, I grab a Caffeine-free diet Coke from the fridge. I pop the top when I take my blood pressure medication, and I put the can on my bedside table. Usually I have a sip or two while reading or watching Netflix (It’s been mostly reading now in pursuit of my goal) before going to sleep. Rarely do I get halfway through the can before calling it a night.
What this has to do with today’s sacrifice is that the cans stack up. I don’t typically take the empties or even fulls downstairs until they accumulate – a lot. Mostly enough to fill both my arms.
And this is the clean part.
Sure, there are crumbs from any number of snacks, and then there are the papers and – before I was doing the laundry – piles of clothes under, beside or on the bed – or at least hanging on the footboard.
So I go to vacuum after I’m done excavating. I vacuum the whole room because I hadn’t done it yet, in anticipation of finishing before doing the floor – makes sense to me, anyway. So I’m vacuuming all parts of the floor (It’s 19 feet by 13 feet…so it takes awhile even with the king size bed and dresser and vanity) and it’s all going smoothly until I get to my side of the bed.
I almost instinctively dove for cover as I heard the “rat-a-tat-tat” of who-knows-what getting sucked into the vortex. It was kinda scary!
Even scarier was dragging the vacuum back over the same strip and hearing the same thing, as more got pulled in. Desperately hoping I was done, I pushed forward over the strip and there was the noise, a little less but still there.
For every section of my side of the bed, I experienced that. It was two minutes of very embarrassing cleaning. Fortunately, Mama wasn’t there. I would have died!
All being said and done, the room finally looked like somebody actually lived in it instead of bivouacked the Donner Party in it. Yikes!
Now, let’s see if I can keep the thing clean…