My husband went out of town yesterday, and I felt sorry for anyone who had to sit within ten feet of us at church. The day passed surprisingly well as I caught up on some book reading while the kids played. But by the time my kids were in bed last night, my kitchen floor was in complete disarray. Cheerios, bread crumbs, and pretzels were scattered and crushed every where. Several sticky spots kept them company as the many cups of juice that had been spilled and splattered had only been quickly and carelessly wiped up. I stared at my kitchen for a very long time. Then I flipped the light off and went to bed.
We turned on some music and pretty soon it turned into a wet dance party! And one bowl of soapy water turned into two.
And now, my children are off happily playing together, and my floor is cleaner now than it has probably ever been before. The extra load of towels were SO worth it.
My only regret?