Not My Proudest Moment

Not My Proudest Moment


Not My Proudest Moment

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My sink sprouted. While I have a full herb garden out my kitchen door and grow perennials in my back garden, I’ve never been good at indoor plants. Until yesterday. It didn’t take trips to the nursery or watering cans delicately dribbling on tender leaves. Nope, all it took was a bit of procrastination.

My stationary tub, a real workhorse in my laundry room, had been dank for several weeks. The smell was mildew, mixed with undertones of rotting vegetable, a real pallet pleaser. Merritt wears a bib to eat all four of her meals and they are supposed to be rinsed in the kitchen sink, and then thrown in the soak bucket in the stationary tub. But sometimes there is residual food that gets stuck in the drain. The industrial sink is also where crusty soccer socks are thrown and muddy cleats are rinsed. The trap that catches this gunk was clogged and draining was slow. Conditions were ripe to support life.

Well the smell finally overwhelmed the laundry room and I decided to clean out the sink. After scrubbing away chunks of the soccer field and a sweet potato film, I saw it. New life. Some lentils had spilled in the kitchen cupboard and when I washed the kitchen floor, the rag that held the wayward legume ended up in the sink. The lentil soaked up the soccer field mud and water and yes, there it was, a sprout.

The absurdity of sprouting a lentil turned me into a giggling mess. I could have been totally grossed out by the shear nastiness of this event. Several of my intensely germaphobic friends will have lost all respect for me at this point. But the lentil’s new green tail, shooting a good two inches out of the drain, broke the monotony of my cleaning and put me in a funny place. I was in a good mood.

Before finding the lentil I was cranky, stuck at home with Merritt, cleaning, doing laundry, waiting for her therapist to come work her wobbly muscles. Sometimes this special needs baby stuff gets me down. But after my giggle-fest, I realized a good mood can sprout from anywhere, the conditions just have to be ripe.

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11 Responses to “Not My Proudest Moment”

  1. Bia Says:

    Your post put me in a good mood. Well written . . . and timely!

  2. jen Says:

    Ok, now we really have to talk! The special needs baby stuff can really be exhausting - want a vent partner? I’m glad you are able to find the humor in it all. I really enjoy your writing!

  3. Karen Vogel Says:

    Hey, it reminds me of the Mrs. PiggleWiggle story where desperate parents plant radish seeds on their “I won’t take a bath” daughter’s dirty arms.

  4. Jodi Says:

    That sounds like something that would make me laugh as well. You gotta laugh…
    I LOVE Mrs. Piggle Wiggle!

  5. Kyla Says:

    Some things just have an incredible drive to live. That little sprout was quite resourceful!

  6. Burgh Baby's Mom Says:

    Now THAT takes talent. Not just anybody can grow a garden in their laundry room!

    I’m such a dork that I would have put the little plant that could in a pot and tried to see how long I could keep it alive. But I have yet to figure out how to get plants to grow indoors, so it probably wouldn’t have been for long.

  7. PJ Says:

    Laughter is THE best medicine. Thanks for a chuckle today!

  8. Karen Says:

    That sounds like our laundry room sink. Nothing has grown, yet. It’s good to laugh at your circumstances or you’d go crazy. My sister-in-law reminds herself to bloom where she’s planted. That’s good.

  9. wordgirl Says:

    My laundry room sink looks like that…and we don’t even have any plants in it. Looks like a job for Clorox. Or a blowtorch.

  10. Girl Gone Wild Says:

    HA!! That’s amazing…and your quick-witted wrap up is just tooooooo smooth.

  11. LeeJo Says:

    I’ve had a mushroom near my leaky shower, but no sprouts in the laundry room sink. Us mom’s have a lot in common.

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