Having Chris out of town on business yet again (and, yes, I'm so grateful for his steady job) has a way of making me kind of cynical and dropping me to survival mode. Last night, before Chris had arrived home finally, my kitchen floor looked like the above, and this was after just one meal: very representative of what my floors look like after most meals. I got out the broom and dust bin, cleaned the floor, used a wet wash cloth for a quick "spot mop" of some sticky spots, put my tools away, and washed my hands. And within five minutes, a certain 23-month-old girl had found an unsecured source of more sunflower seeds and spilled another cup full of them on the floor.
I just have to laugh. I hope some of my fellow housewives are laughing too.
And I know the awful floors aren't my life. My sweet babies are more representative of my life. But, still, you know the feeling . . .