I've just finished cleaning the house to within an inch of its life and have come to the conclusion that I am definitely too damn old for this.
Now before you think I really AM a complete boob, I should probably tell you that once, long ago, I actually enjoyed cleaning house. I used to put some Sir Elton on the stereo thingie and I would just go to town with all sorts of mops and brooms and dusters and cleaning products that I got at my local neighborhood Targets.
Today was a little different, though, since I had a little helper who insisted on tippy toe-ing through every single room that had just been mopped. I made the last swipe in the back hallway and turned around to see nothing but tiny itty bitty little paw prints all over the damn place.
(Note to self....next time you decide to do this, either send the damn dog to the movies or put socks on his feet.)
On Saturday, I've promised myself that I am going to wash windows, screens, and blinds, so you can look forward to a lot of cursing and Tylenol from your truly come Sunday evening.
I'm off to the Happy Chair armed with a Gatorade and the Chinese take-out menu. God knows I've earned it today.