mopping up

When Liam asked if he could mop the floor, it seemed silly to refuse him some manual labor. So out came the bucket, some warm water, a splash of simple green, and his trusty mop.
He worked hard at saturating the entire tile floor. River worked hard at freaking me out with his slipping and sliding. Gabe took him to the other room while Liam worked.

And then it seemed silly to let all of that soaped-up floor go to waste. Or maybe it was because I was wearing a kerchief over my hair. Either way, I ended up on my hands and knees, scrubbing that silly floor for the next few hours.

And now our floor looks amazingly clean. It's funny how you, meaning me, never notice just how dirty something has gotten until it's clean.

I think I should be doing this more often.