Why I Hate Washing My Floor

I took these pictures last week.  This was NOT  a good morning for me. 

As you can probably guess, I had JUST  washed my floors the night before and they were BEAUTIFUL and sparkly and clean!  The kids and I had been talking to Jason on Skype and Davis kept reaching for my laptop, so I pushed it farther away so he wouldn't be able to reach it.  When I did that, I knocked over the yogurt that was left over from London's breakfast.... aarrrgghhhh...... And if that wasn't enough, when I came back from taking London to the bathroom, this is what I saw!

I know, I know, he's cute right?!  That's was I had to keep telling myself; although, I maintain that it's still tragic that my floor can't stay clean for even a day.

C'est la vie :)

Who needs an iRobot?

London was SO EXCITED today when I 'let' her vacuum FOR REAL!  It almost made up for the search that I had to do to find my keys this morning.  London is in a stage (at least I'm praying that it's a stage) where she likes to stash things.  I went through all of the likely spots: in the closets, under the bathroom sink, in the toy room cupboard, and finally found my keys in a corner of the toy room, zipped up in a purse that was mine by London has decided is hers:)  Ahhhhhhh.... all's well that ends well!