Against All Odds… The Garage Is Clean

Guys.

I did it.

I used my grown-up words and told Matt, “We need to clean the garage.”

No elaborate presentation. No passive-aggressive hints. No setting things on fire and claiming it was an accident.

I simply said the words.

Then I walked out to the garage and started moving stuff around.

And you know what happened?

HE FOLLOWED ME OUT THERE.

Not only did he come outside, but WE ACTUALLY CLEANED THE GARAGE.

Together.

As a team.

Like one of those couples you see in commercials who somehow enjoy organizing storage bins.

I am still processing this shocking turn of events.

The garage is now in a condition I previously believed existed only in mythology.

✔ I can comfortably fit my car inside.

✔ There are no visible dead, crusty spiders staring at me from the corners.

✔ There aren’t random loose nails and screws scattered across the floor waiting to find a bare foot or a tire.

✔ I no longer feel like I need a tetanus booster just for opening the garage door.

I have the overwhelming urge to stand in the doorway and make everyone come look at it, just like I did with my room when I was a kid after cleaning it.

Is it perfect?

No.

Will it stay this way forever?

Also no.

But for this brief, glorious moment, I can pull my car into the garage without performing an obstacle course worthy of an Olympic event, and I don’t have to wonder if I’m about to discover a new species of spider.

So if anyone needs me, I’ll be standing in the garage admiring our work and forcing visitors to come look at it.

It isn’t perfect, but it’ll do, peeps.