Tuesday
Nov272007
Trade-offs, or Good Vs. Evil
Tuesday, November 27, 2007 at 11:10AM | Mr Lady
We all have our things with cleaning. Even those of you us* who hatehatehate housework have something that you like. Whether it be your Roomba, or huffing Pledge, we all like something. I, personally, cannot get enough of the smell of my laundry soap and would rather have a root canal than have to part with my excessively large stash of stain-removers. I like stains. I kick stains asses.
My husband simply cannot live without Windex. He loves it. He couldn't care less if the entire house had a hurricane blow through it (not true), so long as the coffee table shines. Turns out, he's not the only one.
This, of course, is the most awesome awesomeness ever. This means I just got one less chore to do. She loved it. He sprayed; she wiped. She told him where to spray and he obliged.
She and I have fun cleaning games, too; she'll grab a sponge and say, "Cwean, Momma!" and then my kitchen cabinets get scrubbed, but this was dad and she sorta has a crush on him and now they have this new game to play together. It's important to have someone who shares your obsessions passions.
You know what's not awesome in any way about this whole thing? The fact that all of this happened at 11:30 in the PM last night. Eleven. And Thirty. At NIGHT. You see that bottle in the very corner of the picture? That was as close as she came to it for hours. Someone needs to talk to this kid about the human body and it's need to sleep.
No, really, I love housework. It's, like, my total favorite thing ever. And if you believe that, I also have some beach-front property in Denver I'm looking to unload.
My husband simply cannot live without Windex. He loves it. He couldn't care less if the entire house had a hurricane blow through it (not true), so long as the coffee table shines. Turns out, he's not the only one.
This, of course, is the most awesome awesomeness ever. This means I just got one less chore to do. She loved it. He sprayed; she wiped. She told him where to spray and he obliged.
She and I have fun cleaning games, too; she'll grab a sponge and say, "Cwean, Momma!" and then my kitchen cabinets get scrubbed, but this was dad and she sorta has a crush on him and now they have this new game to play together. It's important to have someone who shares your 
You know what's not awesome in any way about this whole thing? The fact that all of this happened at 11:30 in the PM last night. Eleven. And Thirty. At NIGHT. You see that bottle in the very corner of the picture? That was as close as she came to it for hours. Someone needs to talk to this kid about the human body and it's need to sleep.No, really, I love housework. It's, like, my total favorite thing ever. And if you believe that, I also have some beach-front property in Denver I'm looking to unload.
Reader Comments (4)
From your front porch you can see the sea, right?
Hey, I'm totally behind on my comments and such because of the dial-up at my parents' house that i had to endure for the last week. Argh.
But I'd really like the invite to read your post on cutting that you mentioned. Send it to me at thegirlsmoma at gmail dot com.
Lisa
Send her down to me. I'll train 'er up good. I LIKE housework. It's cooking I'm not that into. (Though I must say, the gruyere scalloped potatoes I made for T-Giving were a huge hit.)
I Shout my stains out.
I stand there in the washroom, lay the soiled apparel item on the washer and yell, “HEY, YOU GET OUT OF THERE!”
I love the pinched lip look of concentration on her face. That's worth two or three kisses right there. You'd have to Windex that baby's face by the time I got done kissing it.
How old is she? I remember that my daughter did not get into a regular sleep pattern till she was 3, when she had stopped taking naps during the day. Now, she's five and for the past year or so, she is asleep 5 minutes after she lays down and sleeps 9-10 hours.