Friday, June 30, 2006

Brace Yourself

My daughters are away on visitation to their dad's 430some miles away. This means that my days are a little different. I sleep in about 30 minutes longer in the mornings, go to work, come home, and that's it. No, it gets worse.
There's nothing for me to do. No dinner to make, no one to tuck in or sing to, nobody to yell to, "Stop getting a drink and get your butt in bed!"
I was bored this evening when I got home.
Those of you that know me well had better grab a chair or something...
I scrubbed my kitchen floor. Oh yes, I did. On my hands and knees with a scrubby brush thing.

Because it's sure as hell not going to scrub itself. Now is it.


Ina said...

Oh my god.... are you having a crisis??? Do you need intervention? Is the kitchen floor ok?

BrokeMom said...

The kitchen floor is so...clean. And shiny.