As I pulled out the mop yesterday, I did it dreadfully. I had been sick for over a week and the floors had been neglected accordingly. It's not the cleaning of the dirty floors that I dreaded though, it was the fact that I knew...as every mother does...that cleaning floors only makes them dirtier.
Washing floors is kinda like washing your car. It pretty much guarantees that it will soon begin to rain. After you wash your car, it will rain water from clouds in the sky. After you wash your floor, it will rain milk, juice, soda, and pretty much anything except water, from various little people living in your house. This phenomena is proportional too. The deeper the clean, the stickier the rain.
This was in the back of my mind yesterday as I started cleaning, but I just couldn't stand the fingerprints and marks on the walls any longer so I crossed my fingers and scrubbed them off. When I tucked the kids in last night and all the floors were still clean, I was tempted to think that maybe I had beaten the system. But alas, gravity was just laying in wait for a more opportune food item.
I offer this for proof of my theory that cleaning floors only makes them dirtier: This morning Ethan dropped an applesauce cup. It didn't just splatter across the floor and onto the baseboards, but you guessed it, all across the wall too.