Dirty Floors and Snotty Shirts


Let me start by saying, I do not frequently wash my floors. I have 4 children five and under. It can be hard enough just getting the floors free from toys and vacuumed. Washing them simply doesn’t happen… that much. Well yesterday I decided it was time.

While the children were distracted in a different room, I quickly wiped down the kitchen table and chairs, put the chairs up and went to town. I was really please with myself that the floor was finally really clean!

Later in the day I happened to glance in the mirror at myself. I hadn’t taken a shower (it was after dinner…), and my shirt was just… NASTY. Between a snotty nose and teething and bottle feeding… lets just say a fair amount had gotten on my shirt.

Now, I should pause here to point out… at this moment in time, it can be easy for me to feel frustrated that I don’t have it together. That I can’t even keep my clothes looking decent because snot happens… and teething happens… and spit up happens… and so yeah, my clothes are not my own. At every turn someone wants a ‘slice’ of me. Between a baby crying, a toddler and two young children calling ‘mom!’ ‘mommy!’ ‘mama!’… things can get… crazy. annoying. frustrating. tiring.

After dinner last night, I didn’t even check the floor. But today? After lunch I decided to actually look. Spilled Jello from toddler from last night (that I somehow didn’t see… not sure how I missed RED jello) and spilled milk (from breakfast, on the opposite side of the table where I sit)… from the same kid. I was kinda frustrated, frankly. I took the time to get on my hands and knees and scrub the floor, and my efforts were ruined in one meal. Wow.

Once I noticed my cleaning endeavors had been sabotaged, I cleaned it up, thought a moment and remembered. Remembered, that last night I read my children Love You Forever and cried… remembered that my little girl made me a beautiful little picture in Sunday School with a poem that says:

‘Sometimes you get discouraged because I am so small, and always leave my fingerprints on furniture and walls. But everyday I’m growing, I’ll be grown some day… and all those tiny fingerprints will surely fade away. So here’s a little handprint, just so you can recall… exactly how my fingers looked when I was very small.’

So taking a deep sigh… getting misty-eyed and reminding myself… dirty floors and snotty shirts- are only for a season. And maybe my older ‘mom’ friends are right… maybe, just maybe, one day I’ll miss the dirty floors and snotty shirts.

One thought on “Dirty Floors and Snotty Shirts

  1. Ahhh…. I really needed to read this today! Jello on the freshly mopped floor. lol! I totally sympathize. I have said before that I want toast crumb colored kitchen flooring and Aim toothpaste colored bathroom counter tops. Thanks for the reminder that it IS only for a short season. 🙂

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