This was Easter.
This is me showing my family the mop I use to clean our hardwood floors.
Please do not think I enjoy cleaning house. I do not. At all. If we could afford a maid, I would 100% hire a maid. That’s not true, I would WANT to hire a maid, I would not hire a maid. And allow her to see my dirty house?? I would be one of those people who clean my house before the maid comes over. And that would be a waste of money. And I don’t like to waste money.
But I digress.
What you don’t see in this picture is Kevin, unbeknownst to me, taking pictures of me showing off my favorite mop. Like I have a favorite mop. This was the first time I have touched that mop in literally months.
Don’t judge me. I mean, you can judge me, but I won’t care.
Our boys are not shown in this picture but they were also seated around the table listening to me gush over my favorite mop. We got to talking about household chores and I was curious to know what chores the boys were responsible for.
Blake cleans their bathroom, (they share a bathroom, LeRoy has his own bathroom. Which, by the way, that’s Leroy on the left), and Brandon cleans the kitchen and the floors. But he hates cleaning their hardwood floors, which prompted to say, “Hey! let me show you the mop I use. It does such a good job.”
Did I mention this was Easter?
We’re such party people.
I’m pretty sure mom was thinking the same thing.
I smile when I see this picture. Because I’m the LEAST Betty Crocker-ish person, (defined as a person who likes, or even tolerates, cleaning, cooking – anything remotely close to being a traditional housewife – Kevin can, but will never, confirm that), you will ever meet. And yet. to look at this picture, you would think, “Wow – this woman is Mistress of her domain! She clearly knows her cleaning tools.”
Proof that you can never trust what you see in pictures.
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