MY BROOM! I was thinking about Meredith's comment on her blog recently where she said she would be out of her office for a few days (aka the laundry room). Today I realized that I not only feel like the kitchen is my office, but I feel like I'm wed to my broom above all other cleaning utensils! My broom and I spend a LOT of time together. Way too much time, but what can you do when you have little ones eating meals/snacks 5 or 6 times a day making messes, neighbor kids running through with muddy shoes, a hubby covered in sawdust, and my own craft and cooking projects making messes on the floors? Someone needs to invent a self-cleaning floor, wouldn't that be nice? I can survive if there are toys all over and dishes piling up, but I just can't stand a dirty floor! Here's a picture of me and my "other hubby." Boy, I must be feeling really silly today to post this!
(Help! I've spent way too much time cleaning house today and must have inhaled some fumes!)
Great picture! Does the broom wear a ring, too?
ReplyDeleteMy biggest difficulty in sweeping is getting the crumbs into the dust pan. These days, I'm always slinging a baby, and that makes it extra-hard. My parents have a central vacuum, so mom just opens a thingie in the floor, turns it on, and sweeps her mess into that. Why can't young mothers afford such luxuries? My mom can bend! :)
I have to second Meredith's comment about having a hard time with the dust pan. It's getting much more difficult for me to bend over these days with a basketball in my front!
ReplyDeleteThat's quite the handsome "second hubby" you have there, although it might need some fattening up; it looks a little skinny!