Welcome to my Gun Show!
Yesterday I sat there staring at my house. It wasn't that it was horribly dirty. I had been keeping up with the clean up, I just haven't had the want to really - and I mean really - clean. You know - the stuff you have to do but not every single day - dusting, mopping - you know - the extras! The kids had been dropping crumbs and I am pretty sure I spied some nacho cheese smeared on the floor from last weekends party. It was time to get down and dirty.
So as part of my "To Do" list, I decided to stop with the procrastinating and get to the sweeping and the mopping. So I scooped up the leftover food bits and the dust and the dirt (really, I don't know how it got this dirty!) into the dust pan and continued on my way by filling the mop bucket.
It didn't take long... like I didn't even get one whole section of the house mopped... I didn't even get a chance to dunk the mop a second time... before I completely bent the mop in half! This mop isn't even that old. So it obviously wasn't abused and worn out. It must be nothing more than I don't know my own strength!
Guess it was time to put those guns to work... only this time it is by scrubbing the floors on my hands and knees. Sometimes I wish my house wasn't so big!