Deep Thoughts

I mopped the floor with windex because that’s what you’re supposed to do.

It made the wood a little shinier and I liked it.

I don’t normally use windex on the floors because I don’t normally mop them.

I’m talking pieces of thinly sliced strawberries and cucumbers stuck underneath the dining room table (I have two young kids).

But when I do clean it’s usually because I’m worried or anxious or I just can’t take the mess anymore.

When the inspiration hits…

“Who normally cleans your house?” you may ask.

I do.

That’s the problem.

I clean my house.

My husband helps too.

He usually does the dishes, takes out the garbage, and does the laundry.

He never folds it though.

I do.

I can’t blame him.

Folding laundry is the worst. Putting it away is the worstest.

That’s the problem.

But seriously, as I sit here breathing in that good ‘ole windex smell, I can almost see my tired reflection in the kitchen floor.

And it feels so good.