Wednesday, May 11, 2011

I like a floor glow.

I really, really love the 45 minutes or so where my house smells, looks, and actually is clean! 

It doesn't normally last very long; within an hour my curtains will be smudged with peanut butter, the couch will gather more dog hair, and toys will be stuffed into odd hiding places. 

I've come to terms with it.
I've got small kids, it's gonna happen, and I'll get to it when I get to it.

but you want to know my favorite part of those 45 minutes of complete cleanliness?
You see that sunlight glow on the floors?  
[The only thing missing is a pretty twinkling star accompanied with a dinging sound like you see on tv.]
Right well what you don't  see is paw prints, dirty toe smudges, grass particles, juice drips....etc.
I love that glow. That squeaky, clean, beautiful floor glow. 

I could serve you dinner on that glow, and you could quite literally eat off of the floor.  
[Not that you'd want to because I'd have a Labradoodle that would fight you for it.]

You must think my life is thrilling since, after all I am blogging about floor glow. 
[Don't you like that name I gave it?  floor-glow]


  1. hey! that's definitely a wonderful thing to be happy and blog about.
    shoot. i love it when the kitchen floor glows like that. the sunlight on it is a pure swath uninterrupted by grime or anything else. ;)

  2. i don't think i've ever had that! haha.. but i don't have nice floors like you! stuck with crappy old linoleum from the 70's and carpet!