This really isn't a blog about my floor, but I had to laugh this morning when I washed the floor 3 times - in a row. First, I spilled an entire glass of beverage across the counter and then onto the floor. I set H down to clean up the mess. While I was taking care of that spill, she was just a few steps away at the table. She picked up my entire cup of coffee, and dumped it on the floor. It was everywhere. Thought #1: My coffee!! Thought #2: Oh, did she just get burned?! Thought #3: I'm not done cleaning up the first mess!
So, of course I was kitchen-floor-nazi-woman all day and swept it like 9 times. The current state of the floor: clean.
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