While cleaning out some forgotten drawer, I found a bottle of lavender spray from the Healing Garden. I sprayed a bit, it smelled wonderful, so I sprayed the curtains in our bedroom with it.
I have been cleaning the house all day and it’s pretty much a lost cause. I mopped the floors in the living room, they are now covered in mud.
I cleaned the bathroom, S3 put his muddy shoes in the sink.
Anyway, back to lavender.
I love the smell of lavender and I thought that tonight, when I went to bed on my just washed today sheets, I would smell the lavender and feel fully spoiled.
I moved on to the kitchen to start cleaning, it’s scary messy, when S1 walked in.
He tilted his head to the side. Sniffed. Scrunched up his nose. “What’s that smell?” he finally asked.
“What smell?” I asked him.
“That different smell. That girly smell.”
“Oh, that. That’s lavender spray I put on the curtains,” I told him.
“Huh.” He stole one of my green apple slices with peanut butter on it. “When we were in fifth grade, or some grade, anyhow, they had lavender hand sanitizer and we boys called it “old lady sanitizer.”
“So the house smells like an old lady?” I asked him.
“No, it doesn’t smell like alcohol,” he explained.
I couldn’t resist, leaning against the kitchen counter with a smirk I asked, “So…old ladies smell like alcohol and lavender?”
Realizing he couldn’t win this one, he retreated back outside to help his Daddy. Guy stuff is so much easier than talking to girls.