I can't keep up with it! The dirt comes in and piles up faster than I can attack it. It's viral in my home. I can only hope to keep it at bay long enough for company to come over on occasion, and I swear the minute the door closes behind their fannies, the house vomits!
I am the first to admit that I don't like to sweep and mop. I absolutely hate it, and have yet to instill a love for it with any of my children. Today, I was able to get a little bit done. Not for any desire to do so, but for the lack of concentration of my child. She tripped over the dog feeding station ( I guess that's what you'd call it), and dumped water all over the floor. I am please to announce that 10 square feet of my kitchen is nice and clean. Granted, I have a load of towels to do now, but I managed to knock out one of my most dreaded tasks.
I guess I would probably be sweeping and mopping more if that was the only thing left to do. I have a bazillion things to do and therefore have dropped it lower on the list than a pap smear. Well, maybe not that far, but dang close. Put it this way, I would rather count ceiling tiles while enduring something uncomfortable/embarrassing than mop my floors.
Now, what do I like to do? Give me a blender, butter cutter, and some yummy ingredients and I'll hook you up with some tasty treats! If someone would sweep in (Ha! The irony) and clean up after me, I would bake all day long. On a more 'cleany' note, I enjoy matching socks and organizing the linen closet. I'm also a big fan of shredding, and pressure washing. If only my house could survive an internal pressure washing! I wouldn't even have to sweep anymore. I could just spray all the crap outta my house! I think it's time to develop a home that is capable of withstand internal abuse of the pressurized water nature. Anyone know an architect ready to go out on a limb?
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