Today I found myself doing it again.
Guilt cleaning.
At least that is what I call it.
I am having a huge disagreement with one of my children.
So many issues, and trying to be consistent with drawing the line.
So I aimlessly walk through the house, with a damp cleaning cloth...wiping here and there, shoving things, and fussing endlessly as I fight in my head.
Pondering, and meanwhile trying to be "productive".
The turmoil in my head, needs to find an "out".
Hence....guilt cleaning.
I feel "guilty" that there is so much tension in the home.
I feel pushed into a corner....and need to find a way "out"....and not lose this situation. It is crucial for all of us, in this family.
As I swing my cloth, I further look for something that I can fix, clean, or make better.
Maybe a sort of physical workout band-aid, for my hurting soul.
My house may look a bit tidier, but I still feel restless, and unsettled in my heart.
Have my cleaning cloth close at hand....for the next while.
Guilt cleaning.
At least that is what I call it.
I am having a huge disagreement with one of my children.
So many issues, and trying to be consistent with drawing the line.
So I aimlessly walk through the house, with a damp cleaning cloth...wiping here and there, shoving things, and fussing endlessly as I fight in my head.
Pondering, and meanwhile trying to be "productive".
The turmoil in my head, needs to find an "out".
Hence....guilt cleaning.
I feel "guilty" that there is so much tension in the home.
I feel pushed into a corner....and need to find a way "out"....and not lose this situation. It is crucial for all of us, in this family.
As I swing my cloth, I further look for something that I can fix, clean, or make better.
Maybe a sort of physical workout band-aid, for my hurting soul.
My house may look a bit tidier, but I still feel restless, and unsettled in my heart.
Have my cleaning cloth close at hand....for the next while.
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