I hate to clean. I have never been very good at keeping my house clean, and I've only gotten worse. This morning, after breakfast, we cleaned the floors in most of the house. We being me and my five little children. Helpers? Well, sort of. They did move all the toys out of the playroom so I could sweep and Ben mopped. They did help sweep the rest of the floors so they were ready to mop. They wanted to mop so I let them. Then I went back and gave
instructions. Always teach first and then let them do it. So my #1 problem was that I'm just not patient enough to have little helpers. I guess sometimes I
handle it better than others but when they are fighting and arguing and end up throwing fits and I just boil over then I'm really not patient. So much for the happy helpers. We did all calm down and continued to work. What is the
fascination with sticking the mop into the bucket to get it full of water without adult help to squeeze the excess water out before mopping? Happened three times with three different kids. Maybe I'm just being too hard on them and expecting too much. Maybe I just need to instruct more. The worst part about the whole cleaning thing is that we leave our windows open so the minute you're done, there's still dust and dirt on the floor because it will always be coming in the windows. Why bother? I just need to send
Roomba around every night so that it can clean the floors and I won't have to. And, when I clean I exert more energy so I sweat... I was already sweaty before I started so cleaning only made it worse.
Kemiah looked at my shirt and said, "Wet.
Waga." She noticed the sweaty spots on my shirt and thought I got water on my shirt. It is lunch time so maybe we'll have a good afternoon.
No comments:
Post a Comment