I love a clean kitchen floor. Not the "I just mopped" clean that most of us are familiar with, but the "I was just down on my hands and knees for 1 hour scrubbing my kitchen floor" kind of clean. There is something about the sense of accomplishment, the feeling of "I climbed the mountain and conquered it". I just wish it would stay that way. I will look at it tonight after dinner and my eyes will tear up, because my little food hounds will have dropped and/or thrown food all over it. But that's ok, because they are only here for a short time, and then I have to watch them leave and start their own lives. So I will periodically hands-and-knees scrub my kitchen floor. Then I will stand back and marvel at it's beauty, for however short-lived its beauty is. Regardless of its pristine gloss and eat off of it cleanliness, knowing that my blessings are happy and loving me is enough to do it again and again. I can't wait until my darling hubby gets home to take in its magnificance. It will stay clean until he gets in, because the children are definitely banned from entering the kitchen. This is my proof that I don't sit around all day doing nothing!
Don't look at my baseboards, because those are not done yet. Another project, another day. I am the kind of person that decides to clean the baseboards, and then clean all of them in the entire house. I can't just clean the ones in one room. I feel defeated and lazy. Who knows, I may be a closet moron!
Ok, back to work. I have to put the table and chairs back in there. Right now they are all sitting in the familyroom. It's like trying to navigate through a maze to get to my bedroom.
"But if we walk in the light, as he is in the light, we have fellowship one with another, and the blood of Jesus Christ his Son cleanseth us from all sin." I John 1:7
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