I’m not one who obsesses about the cleanliness of my floor. I’m more of a “sweep and spot clean” kind of girl. But every once in a while, I get it in my head that the wood floor needs to be clean and I will not stop until it’s done. I’m like a mom on a mission. So, today, after cleaning the bathroom and mopping the floor in there, I set out to clean my kitchen floor. After sweeping and sweeping (with birds and kids there tends to be a lot of fluff or crumbs or legos on the floor, even if you just swept or vacuumed the whole thing minutes earlier), I got out the little floor mop, and went to town. My, how clean and shiny the floor looks! I even moved the table and chairs all the way out of the way while I cleaned that area, then moved them back when I was done.

Satisfaction. The satisfaction of a clean floor is short lived, however, as the children and the birds still live here, so there will be crumbs and fluff again 30 seconds after I finish (before I finish, actually–it’s a big area to clean). And then I tend to be a little bit OCD about the floor for the rest of the day (“Don’t you spill anything, can’t you see I just cleaned the floor?!”), but by tomorrow I’ll be back to my usual lackadaisical (\lack-uh-DAY-zih-kuhl\, adjective:
Lacking spirit or liveliness; showing lack of interest; languid; listless.) attitude about the cleanliness of my floor.

Now maybe I’ll go and try to tackle the laundry pile. Or the garage. Or my office….