It might be a Clue....

That I need to do more housework. Or maybe just more public mopping.

Yesterday we drove Sir all the way to work, I did half my grocery shopping, washed two loads of laundry, ran the dishwasher once, bathed one kid, changed a wet bed, swept half the house, cleaned the master bathroom and mopped 4 ½ floors. That was aside from the usual stuff like keeping the peace, picking Sir up from the skytrain, making meals and changing diapers.

Anyway, I was mopping my bedroom floor after dinner when Dolly happened upon me:

Dolly: Hi Mommy, what are you doing?
Me: Cleaning up.
Dolly: Why are you mopping the floor?
Me: Because it needs to be done.
Dolly (still sounding puzzled)Did somebody throw up?

That's when it dawned on me that my kids don't see me do very much floor mopping around here. It gets done eventually (I use the word liberally), but usually it's after they've gone to bed in order to save my sanity while the floors dry.

Now I need to go put today's groceries away. Hmmm... I should probably go dump the mop water too, before some kid thinks it's a great place to float something.