I had just finished mopping the kitchen and went into Ember's room to supervise the cleaning of the mountain of toys, blankets, books, sheets, and other odd items that get played with in one afternoon. Some makeshift version of "house" is what I am told. I walk out to check on Owen...and it smells good. Like fresh. clean. floors. Owen was just in my room playing.
See Owen. See Owen swim. OK, not really. But there he was in the middle of a mop water
In the flood: 1 child (whi was having so much fun it was hard to keep him out of the kitchen to clean up), a bag full of books...library books (eek), and a soggy diaper bag.
Why did I have to ask for it to be Friday?
Thank goodness for chemical free floor cleaner.
NTS: Find some way to dump mop water while floor is still wet. Forget it, problem solved....stop mopping.
2 comments:
That's funny because you DID want it to be Friday!
Good idea I already gave up on mopping since I cant bend over or twist. Did you get pics that we can all see. or are you trying to keep this hilarious moment to yourself?
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