The Cleaning Lady

This is me and my mom, Sandie(y). I have a tremendous amount of respect for her, and it mostly came along recently. I come from a family of four, Mom, Dad, Brother,and Me. Growing up, I didn't pay attention to the little things, like my toothbrush holder, or the back part of a toilet, or kitchen counters. They were not important to me, they were there merely for support or whatever. And I especially never noticed that they were always CLEAN! But as I grew up, and moved into a house with six guys living in it, I realized how much of a superhero my mom was/is. She was not a stay at home mom. She had a fulltime job as a preschool and elementary school teacher. Both of my parents worked fulltime, and yet there was never any dirt or mold or grime anywhere. I don't know how they did it, but it is true. I realized this when, one day recently, I looked into my toothbrush holder cup and saw mold, or mildew, some sort of grossness, in the bottom. Growing up, had there been elves or gnomes who came into the house late at night to clean, and steal that one sock from the dryer? How did my parents keep they house so clean without me and my brother ever seeing them? I just have so much respect for her, because I am sure that it was her work that kept the house clean, from shower to sink, every nook and crannie. It is a lot of work to keep a house clean, especially when you may be the only one doing any real work at keeping it clean. So this is for my mom, the superhero, the Captainess of Clean, Ms. GrimeGrinder, The Mold Mistress, The Black Widow of Water Marks. I don't say this enough, mom, but I love you. Thanks for birthing me.