It’s 10pm and I’m sweaty. I just finished cleaning the kitchen, which included scrubbing the floor on my hands and knees. We have a tile floor and the mop just doesn’t get it all clean. Of course, by 8 am tomorrow there will be Cheerios and bit of fruit and who knows what else smeared all over it. But for now, it’s clean and I like it. When I wake up in the morning it will be clean. My mom comes over frequently and she’s so kind to not mention how dirty my kitchen is most of the time. Honestly, I do try, I really do. But these little people that live in my house keep wanting to eat and drink and I just can’t keep up with it all. So, I’ve mucked it out and it’s shiny and all the dishes are washed and the floor is clean.
And, although I didn’t get any formal exercise today, I was listening to music while I washed the dishes (by hand) and boy, did I get a workout. I was dancing all around and I’m assuming that no one was watching and I enjoyed it. At one point I heard a Carls Jr commerical that just gave me the giggles. It’s about their new Strawberry Banana Smoothie/Shake. They can’t decide what to call it - schmake? schmoothie? You have to hear it.
I’m off to shower. Trust me, that’s a good thing.