I cleaned my wood and tile floors today.
Oh, plus the baseboards.
On my hands and knees.
Don't get all excited.
Not trying to brag.
We've lived here nearly two years.
This has never happened yet.
Umm...I have 4 kids.
But sometimes nothing works like
scrubbing on your hands and knees.
Today I forced myself to do just that.
Here were my thoughts as I was scrubbing.
1)I love pandora.
Don't laugh at me.
I just joined.
Listened to it while I scrubbed.
2)This is wearing me out.
I am wimpy.
And out of shape.
3)Considering calling Super Nanny.
Kid #4 is testing, testing, testing.
On top of that,
we're working on Mission Impossible:
4)Are dried ketchup and super glue
made of the same ingredients?
5)I want to quit.
6)Pretty sure my back will be killing me tomorrow.
7)Have to wear a shorter skirt to church Sunday.
My knees will look like I've been praying hard all week.
That'll impress everyone.
8)Wait a minute...
But that means I will also have to shave my legs.
9)How soon will I be yelling at my kids because:
I JUST cleaned the floors!
Probably as soon as they get home from school.
And eat a snack.
And walk all around the house.
And drop crumbs everywhere.
10)Would Super Nanny frown on
the lack of structure in our snacking?
11)If the boys ask one more time:
Mommy, are you done yet?...
Does it look like I'm done?
12)Sure wish the phone would ring.
13)Am I done yet?
By gina entz.
1 day ago