You are doing incredible at life, when you can turn the most mediocre of chores, into something to look forward to.
Taking washing the dishes for example.
I don’t mind washing the dishes all too much. Like, I don’t dream about it or anything, but I certainly don’t go “Ugh! Another fork! Damn you cutlery!” when I have to wash something.
That’s Hubbie. But even he has gotten used to the sometimes mundane duties of life, and has found a way around this…
He connects his phone to YouTube, then turns on the portable speaker… and BOOM! Instant concert in the kitchen as he is washing the dishes. He is singing, even dancing (YES, dancing), and then baby girl will join in, as the dishes stay dirty in the sink.
He calls it balance.
Tonight, I cottoned on to this. I was doing the dishes, and likewise hooked up the phone online so I could pump out some old 80s tunes. I was in an old-school kinda mood, starting at Wet Wet Wet, then YouTube suggested some Savage Garden, and I was pondering how the duo did so bloody well in so little a time and then virtually disappeared, when another song I’ve been meaning to play to Hubbie sprung into my mind.
Jon Bon. Man he looks fine in the clip. No wonder women were losing their minds (and panties) for him so many decades ago.
The moment in question that I wanted Hubbie to listen to was 2:12 into the clip, when Jovi yells
“And baby you know my hands are dirty”
and then Richie Sambora shadows the same line before Jovi sings
“But I wanted to be your Valentine”…
It’s nothing about the words, and yet ALL about the way the two voices scream in perfect melody alongside each other… I just LOVE IT.
And then of course, the ‘dancing kitchen’ festivities began because baby girl wanted to be picked up, so up she went in my arms, onto the makeshift kitchen dancefloor we stepped, and I started making out like I was Bon Jovi as I screamed
“I’ll be there for you
These five words I swear to you
When you breathe
I want to be the air for you
I’LL BE THERE FOR YOU!”
I swear, this girl of ours is going to grow up with the BEST music taste. She knows all the current radio stuff, and yet she immediately bops along when Prince comes on, sings “No No No” about Amy Winehouse’s rehab, and shakes her hips to Ricky Martin.
Hubbie joined our circle once he had finished observing Jon Bon’s hair, and our dancing in the kitchen moment was then complete.
‘Til next time of course…