Monday, February 19, 2007

Mopping (See also, "Exercises in Futility")

Okay, I am officially with all of you who say that mopping is pointless. I was so proud of myself for sweeping and mopping the floor this morning, and then Adelay woke up and lunch was upon us. (Note to self: Ravioli is not a good choice when one is looking to keep spills at a minimum.) Then, the dog had to go out, which meant he had to come back in at some point, wet paws and all. Then, I had to go in and out of the house five times to bring in the groceries, my boots getting wetter and sloppier with each trip. Good-bye, sweet, clean floor! I will think of you fondly.
I am now steadily plowing my way through a bag of Easter edition Reese's peanut butter cups. Happy Monday, everyone!


Black Sheeped said...

Congratulations on your fig!

I'm always horrified by the awful things people say to each other, especially to pregnant women. I can't imagine how I'll respond one day when that happens to me. I'll probably snap, and then they will attribute it to hormones. And it won't be as satisfying knowing that.

I think you're doing great, and everything will be fabulous. Just for the record.

Swistle said...

I am strongly in favor of Reese's peanut butter cups as an antidote to housecleaning setbacks. Or any kind of setbacks, really.

Mommy Daisy said...

Oh, I'm not sure I miss mopping. We have all carpet in our house (not by choice). But it saves me from owning a mop. Just as bad is having to scrub mud stains when the dog comes running in out of the mud. So far it's not muddy here, but I'll give it a day or two. Ohh, reese's cups, yum! I'm coming over!! :)