Who hasn't tried to scrub away the frustration?

My husband was laughing as he said to our kids, "your mom is crazy cleaning the floor on her hands and knees" And then he turns to me and whispers, " I love it when you get this angry!" What he was referring to is my insane need to clean when I am upset. I do some of my best problem solving with a cloth in one hand and cleanser in another. So he flashes me a quick smile and I return with a scowl and nothing but sheer determination to remove some stupid stain from the tile floor.....way beyond reach of my arm, hidden mostly by the refrigerator, but I am determined dammit! I am going to remove this stain and in doing so feel a sudden rush of accomplishment in the process. See, I can do this! I can do anything. Yep, I am woman. Here me roar....er, something like that anyway. I'm not sure this is anything resembling feminism or strength or problem solving, but it helps me. Gives me time to take out my anger or disappointment through mindless scrubbing. I don't know if I can tackle the bills, or my kids screaming at one another, or getting my church volunteer work done - but dammit, I can clean!