Confession of a stay at home mom

Here is my confession. I don't like to clean. I despise it, in fact. I derive no pleasure from it. When I finally get it clean, I look at it and think, "What a waste of time. It is just going to get dirty again." I have friends that love to clean. Love to mop, love to fold laundry. I don't get it. I honestly DREAD it. I would rather go to the dentist than clean my house (granted, I have never had a cavity so the dentist does not scare me). Today is Katrina's stay and play day at preschool so we don't pick her up until four and I told Ethan this morning that he and mommy were going to clean today. His immediate response was, "Who's coming?".

I was working on mopping when Ethan insisted that he go for a ride on my mop. This then resulted in a discussion of how mommy really can't mop when you are standing on top of it. I have now conned him into mopping and now I'm blogging. I think I need to concentrate more of my time on instilling a love of cleaning into my children so that maybe they will clean the house for me.

Ethan just came in and told me I was his favorite buddy. I told him that was nice and to get back to mopping (OK, I really didn't say that - thought about it, but instead told him he was one of my favorite buddies, too). Off to get the water off the floor. Sigh. . .