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The floors

  I don't like cleaning. In fact I don't know too many people who actually enjoy it, but the sad reality is that it's just one of those things that has to be done.
  I don't think I'd mind so much if things actually stayed clean, but no matter how many times I clean something or how long I spend doing it, it without fail, will end up messy again. I'm not even sure most of the time how it gets that way, it's like there are creatures, little destroyer creatures that lurk in the shadows of my home, and the moment I walk away they come out and wreak havoc.
  Anyway, we all have our nemeses when it comes to cleaning, mine happens to be the floors. Whether it's sweeping, mopping or vacuuming (although sweeping is my least favorite) I despise cleaning floors and as luck would have it, the floors are one of those jobs that has to be done multiple times a day, especially when you have toddlers. Grrr.
  Believe it or not, there was a time when I was somewhat of a clean freak, no really, I was! Those days are gone now and sometimes I dream about the day when I can walk barefoot on my kitchen floor without my feet being coated with the disgustingness of my kids crumpled up, leftover, sticky afternoon snack.

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  1. Becca BellApril 18, 2012 at 7:50 PM

    My major problems are washing the floor and folding the laundry. If you ever find the secret to being good at getting those chores done, please let me know!!

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