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!)
2 comments:
Great picture! Does the broom wear a ring, too?
My 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!
That's quite the handsome "second hubby" you have there, although it might need some fattening up; it looks a little skinny!
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