My kids keep asking me when spring will be here. (with deep sighs as little heads are pressed against the window while gazing outside longingly)
But when your days still look like this,
and I'm still having days of nauseous agony, a mommy's gotta do what a mommy's gotta do.
It was time to pull out the big guns, and let the kids...
mop the floor!
Because ever since the very first time we did this, they think scrubbing the floor is about the coolest thing ever.
So I have to limit how often the "get" to do it.
Can't have them catching on to my conspiracy after all.
Once I figure out how to get them to do all the laundry, I'll let you know.
After a while, the scrubbing appeal wore off and soon they were slipping and sliding around the floor, and laughing hysterically about it.
But it wasn't long before this whole venture turned into a reenactment of "Cinderella".
What I wouldn't give to have a recording of the dialogue.
But the ball Cinderella was getting ready to attend looked more like a tribal ritual as it involved more stomping and falling than dancing.
But once Cinderella got her prince, the "ugly stepsisters" lost interest in helping. So it was up to the girls to finish the job.
Which they didn't mind doing at all.
My kids were happy, my floor was squeaky clean, and I got to throw up during it all in peace.