This morning I feel like complaining. So I'm going to complain about my kitchen floor. It's always ookie. And I mean always. Even if it's been swept, mopped and polished recently. Somehow the kids have a radar that senses the cleanliness and they instantly spill something sticky or create a large crumb mess. I should probably mop daily, but I usually only do it once a week. And it will stay in the same sticky state until I mop. Then, within 24 hours, it's back to the sticky mess it was before. It's one of many things that I wonder why I go to all the effort of ever cleaning it. Of course I know the answer is that I do it because I can't stand it. The kids don't notice, and bless my sweet husband's heart, he doesn't notice either. He also doesn't notice when it's clean. Although, if I've gone through a bad spell with cleaning, he'll say something like, "Wow the house is REALLY clean today." It's so sad. That's only when it's been like two weeks since I've done major cleaning. The daily stuff he doesn't notice too much. Neither do the kids. I do it so I don't go insane. But today is laundry day, not mop the floor day. So I'll probably stare at the sticky floor for a few more days, all the while avoiding the sticky spots and attempting to sweep several times a day. *Sigh*
I am a stay-at-home mom to 4 drama-queens, 2 grubby little boys, 2 cats and a tortoise. I constantly threaten to move to Africa and change my name to George, but I secretly love the chaos my kids create. Life is rarely boring and these are our adventures as recorded by me!
A~ 10 years old and loves to torment his sisters. L~ 8 year old drama queen gymnast. M~6 years old and terribly precocious. K~4 year old sweetheart, but she cries, a lot! O~ 2 year old holy terror. E~ 5 months old and the yummy baby.