Dear Nirvana Reader,
This is a plea for help. I could be beautiful. I am neglected.
I can prove it.
This is my life:
8:00 am:
Please don’t make me tell you what meal
yesterday the Frito is from.
No one swept me last night.
No one swept me this morning.
10:30 am:
Yes, now I am enduring not only REAL food, but faux food as well.
Please notice that the Frito remains. It is like an itch I cannot scratch.
1:15 pm:
Great. Smashed goldfish were added from lunch.
And the stickers. I never can be free from the stickers.
4:00:
Yes, the wide shot is better to see the real picture of what is happening here.
See that marker?
Non-washable.
She is insane…3 boys and she buys a
non-washable marker?
Do you see what I am dealing with here people?
6:30 pm:
Whew. Progress. First time all day that progress is being made.
Toys picked up…well, actually scooted to the adjoining concrete floor (don’t get him started) to make room for the broom…
ah, I can feel the joy already.
7:45:This is getting a bit irritating.
The
broom
is
right
here.
Please.
Please use it!
9:00 pm:Are you kidding me? It’s getting quiet around here.
No one loves me. She just walks by. Leaving the broom here is just evil.
It is like she is mocking me.
6:15 am:I just spent the whole night dreaming of that broom. Bet she just puts it away and I live like this through another day.
For the love of Frito’s, could you just humor me and pick that ONE up?
Pleadingly,
Holly’s kitchen floor
P.S. I originally made this plea in March of 2008. Things haven’t changed much around here except the addition of handfuls of Legos…
help.
Please don’t make me tell you what meal yesterday the Frito is from.
No one swept me last night.
No one swept me this morning.
10:30 am:
Yes, now I am enduring not only REAL food, but faux food as well.
Please notice that the Frito remains. It is like an itch I cannot scratch.
1:15 pm:
Great. Smashed goldfish were added from lunch.
And the stickers. I never can be free from the stickers.
4:00:
Yes, the wide shot is better to see the real picture of what is happening here. See that marker? Non-washable.
She is insane…3 boys and she buys a non-washable marker?
Do you see what I am dealing with here people?
6:30 pm:
Whew. Progress. First time all day that progress is being made.
Toys picked up…well, actually scooted to the adjoining concrete floor (don’t get him started) to make room for the broom…ah, I can feel the joy already.
7:45:
May I suggest a dog. My dog perhaps? There wouldn’t of been a full 10 seconds that the chip remained on the floor. You can borrow her anytime…can’t guarantee she won’t pull additional food off the counter, no one is perfect.
and the legos hurt mommy-feet WAY more than fritos. Why don’t the kids ever complain about how it hurts THEIR feet when they step on legos…? I don’t get that.
Haha! Brilliant! And good luck with that floor…
I’m sorry. My floor has infected your floor.
Viruses like these spread so easily over the internet.
That’s why I hear voices when I nap in the kitchen (only when I’m cooking dinner). Didn’t know floors had such a sense of humor.
My broom is currently leaning against the kitchen table where I put this morning,intending to sweep the floor but never got started.
Probably I ought to go sweep the floor before the slate takes over my blog