I have been on quite the clean household kick this past week or two. Sure, I strive to maintain a clean and orderly home, but it’s not second nature to me. It keeps the hubbie happy though and a bit less stressed. I do enjoy a clean household, too, of course. But, today: I wanted to wreck it. In a bout of feeling oppressed and constrained, I wanted to destroy something. Mess up the sheets, pile up dirty dishes, rearrange the bookshelf. Oh, how futile.
I decided to do something more worthwhile. I thought of my friend T. She was my go-to girl my senior year in high school and most of college. Oh, the stories we could tell! And, that was all the remedy I needed. I needed to think of my “remember when” friend and contact her. She would remember the crazy blonde that never kept a clean room. She’d appreciate and think fondly of the wild laughs and late nights out. I love being Mrs. Bauer, but she’d remember me before I was a Mrs. She’d simply remember me as her best friend, Laura. Or, Flirt, my nickname in high school- oh, yes, a lot has changed!
I think we all need “remember when” friends. Having them know us personally is a more productive way of breaking the cycle of bored and boring. She can laugh with me over dumb ex-boyfriends and late night gossip sessions. She can appreciate that I am not with any of those losers I loved in my late teens and early twenties. There were dozens of ‘em! ha She will remember when with me and yet still let me love the now moments in my life: a house cleaning, husband loving housewife who has a spark that’s yet to be put out entirely. *smile*
Hope you have a remember when friend or can start a new friendship that will be a great reminder in your life for years to come.
lots of love, Laura