Sweeping.
Oh how I loathe it.
I look at that broom in all of its bristle glory and I despise it. I usually put off sweeping the floor as much as humanly possible. But I’m a mom now, and when coffee grinds spill all over your floor and your children are licking it up, you need to do something about it I suppose.
I even tried to buy a leopard print broom, you know- to make it more attractive. Maybe it will make me a sweeping machine? I thought to myself at the checkout counter.
No such luck.
When I have no choice, I sweep. Unfortunately for my husband, all I do it sweep the mess to the side. I never actually use the dust pan to pick it up. So in reality, it’s still there- it just resides in one little area of the kitchen.
I don’t know why I do this.
I mean, is it so hard to get the dusting pan and pick the mess up?
Yes.
Yes it is.
Even though my house is in disarray 97% of the time, I just do NOT have the energy.
I mean, why clean if it’s going to get dirty again?
Is there really a point?
So by sweeping the mess to the side, I am making a concentrated effort to partake in the family chores- just not commit to them fully.
My girls may eat a dirty cheerio from time to time, but wont that just make them stronger?
Another option? Get them started young…

you missed a spot

Leopard really does make it better
*Originally posted on www.Aiminglow.com












