Yesterday as I was walking through the house and noticed a smudge mark on my wood floors. This 'smudge' didn't sit well with me. In all honesty, I noticed it several days ago, but the angle of the sun hitting the floors just right yesterday afternoon reminded me of it yet again. I couldn't procrastinate a minute longer. So I got out my handy little pre-packaged dust wipes and scrubbed away at the unwelcome smudge on the floor. It was gleaming. While I was on my hands and knees, I decided to just run that little sucker all over the floor in the surrounding area. I was rather proud of my quick thinking and newly shined floors. That is until Gavin decides to walk downstairs and lands flat on his face before he even reaches the stairs.
Of course he was laughing about it (as were we all). It was just the classic slip and fall routine where your legs slip out from under you. Luckily, he had managed to keep holding on to the stair railing so he didn't bang his head. At the time of the fall, I still hadn't put together my overly cleaned floors and his slipping. Then he asked me, "Mom, did you clean the floors today or something cuz they are extra slippery right here at the foot of the stairs? It's like ice over here." And then it dawned on me....oh no - I did this!
I sheepishly confessed to cleaning the smudge with a dust wipe not even a hour or so before the falling incident. Ooops. I guess I just cleaned it too good. My bad. Then Bennett was like, "Mom, you should totally do this to the whole floor, then we could slide all over the place." See there the kids go again encouraging me to actually clean the whole house. Look what would happen if I was that diligent. Everyone would be bonking their heads all over the place. No, I can't have that happening. In the spirit of protecting my beloveds I will no longer have a spotless house, I will let dust build up and leave smudges on floors cuz clean houses are hazardous...especially to my people.
