One thing led to another
January 2, 2010
But after I'd put away the Christmas tree, the spot where it had been was all dusty and dirty, so I decided to sweep it. Now that I was holding a broomstick I decided I might as well sweep the living room floors too. And once the living room was swept, I thought I might as well sweep the kitchen floors.
But the kitchen floors contained some nasty spots, my broom couldn't get rid off, so I decided to mop the floor. I poured me a bucket of hot water and added a generous amount of cleaning solution. Because I always figure: 'If a little cleaning solutions helps, a lot helps even more.' Right?! I mopped my little heart out, and then I figured I might as well mop the living room floors too.
To do that well, I figured I had to take out the carpet, and put the furniture aside, so I could get to those hard places where I seldom go.
Before I knew it the living room was clean, and neat as a pin. Since my water was still usable I thought I might as well mop the floors of the kids' bedrooms. I dragged myself and my bucket up the stairs, and entered the bedroom of my eldest daughter. Clothes were strewn everywhere, so I decided I might as well collect them all, and do the laundry.
After I had started the washer I came back and mopped her floor, after which I repeated the same procedure with the other bedrooms. Then, just when I said to myself: 'I might as well clean the windows,' fate mercifully intervened, and I stumbled over my little bucket and had to sit down to catch my breath.
My near tumble brought me to my senses. Heaven knows where this would have ended!
I might even had started cleaning the attic.