Tuesday, July 29, 2008
Why I Cried Over Spilt Applesauce
I'd like to begin this post with the knowledge of my extreme hatred for sweeping and mopping my kitchen floor. Embarrassingly, it's a rare occasion I mop, I purposefully bought tile that would disguise a filthy floor. It takes much to long and when it's done I become a Nazi about keeping it clean. And there always happens to be a huge spill a day or two later completely trashing my newly clean floor which them forces me to breath in and out deeply while repeating to myself that my family's feelings are more important than my silly floor. Imagine my horror when I was unloading groceries and a huge jar of applesauce fell through an unknown hole in the grocery bag and shattered EVERYWHERE! Not only was my dirty floor trashed forcing a mop job but there was glass clear to my bedroom door and sliding glass door. Oh the anger! Now I had to sweep, mop, AND vacuum (another chore on my hate list). Well, after an hour of sweeping and mopping followed by vacuuming my floor twice, I was covered in sweat with a floor that sparkled.