10/31/2026
It gotta be a BLACK THING … This right here is CHILDHOOD TRAINING showing up on a Saturday morning. 😂🧹🌿
We were raised on this! When the music came on and the cleaning supplies came out, you already knew: nobody was about to enjoy their Saturday until that house was clean. You couldn’t even LOOK too comfortable without somebody finding you something to wipe down!
Now look at me. Up early, VOLUNTARILY participating in the very activities that once ruined my childhood weekends. 😭
Gerald Levert is on the record player singing his beautiful heart out, and I’m moving every knickknack, bric-a-brac, and decorative object I apparently purchased just to give myself something else to dust.
The Lemon Pledge, Awesome, scrubbing bubbles and bleach have their respective assignments. Clothes are getting put away. Plants are outside getting watered. Furniture is moving because apparently the couch and I both needed a fresh start.
And these vacuum lines?! CRISP as a pair of jeans coming out of Comet Cleaners in Fort Worth, Texas, in the ’90s! The kind that could stand up by themselves while you went to find your shirt. RESPECT THESE CREASES. Walk around! 😂
Also, WHEN THE HECK did I start collecting houseplants like my Aunt Rose?!
I used to wonder why she had a whole forest in the house. Now here I am telling people, “Don’t move her. She likes that window,” and celebrating a new leaf like somebody’s baby made the honor roll. 🌿🏆
I’ve officially reached the age where a clean house, good music, and a thriving plant constitute a VERY exciting weekend.
Nobody warned me that one day I’d become the woman who interrupted my Saturday cartoons.
And yet here I am. 😂😂😂
