Clean .

A household a single parent who is raising two children well almost adults now and the daily grind has become like gorilla warfare . For every dish cup spoon pots and pans not washed up it’s like a bomb just went off in her mind . She’s hypersensitive by how many times have I told you to clean up after yourselves and she’s full of ammunition and she’s on the verge of reacting with gun fire .She’s invested in clean its clean that mud off your football boots that left muddy size six and seven footprints and clean all the mess you make . Its not fun trying to be the clean one . Its chores and responsibilities clean clothes clean clutter and with hands in the sink and with body language that screams out loud of dirty laundry left for a week. With the smell of bleach thrown down the plug hole and a regurgitating sick feeling rising in the pit of her stomach churning away she’s losing her mind and focus on the real things that matter . Laughter and chatter and time and love . Deep down she realises trying to be so clean creates a lingering stench that’s drenched in resentment and it infiltrates. How clean does she really feel now on the inside ? .