Katy’s contagious moods….

So a couple of days ago I walked into the living room and my wife, the beautiful and talented Katy was vacuuming the ceiling.

Great.

I hate it when she gets into that mood.  It means we’re cleaning, and cleaning thoroughly.  The worst part of it?  That mood is contagious.  Before I knew it, I was vacuuming the ceiling.  I’m wandering around the house with the vacuum cleaner looking up for cobwebs that needed to come down.

Then I needed to start cleaning out the vacuum cleaner for maximum cleaning power.

I lost all track of time, space and priority.  I reached a zen-like state of mindfulness in the moment.   I became one cleanin’ mo-chine.

But not before taking a deep breath, sighing from somewhere deep down in my soul, thinking, “here we go again.”  I have a momentary sense of dread, then I realize that I kind of like that mood.  Stuff gets clean.  The house looks better.  Katy is happy.  All is right with the world.

As long as she doesn’t look in my office…….