Yes, those are ants. And I'm so ashamed. And so, so sorry.
In my defense, you were ant-free last night after I cleaned you. Those ants don't mess around.
But my child does, apparently. She messes around a whole. whole. bunch.
Trust me, I am as confounded as you. I had no idea that the introduction of a tiny human being into our lives would wreak so much havoc. No. Idea.
It really is astounding.
I find myself wondering multiple times a day at how it is possible that I am here sweeping you.
Maybe it's not so surprising when Evie's face looks like this every time she eats.
Apparently it's easier to aim food onto the floor than it is to aim it into her mouth.
Actually, she did a pretty good job right there.
I guess learning how to eat is tricky. And you have to pay the price for it.
But, floors, don't lose heart. I see you. And I'm here for you, whenever you need me. I got you.
Ahemm.... aaand I'm also sorry for that thing that happened the other day when I got this text message:
Except that it wasn't all cleaned up. Today we discovered a dried-up, crusted over, smear fest in the living room behind the play house, as you well know. I'm sure it was NOT pleasant having to endure that on your silvery maple complexion for about 24 hours.
So, so sorry about that.
All I can say is thank goodness we didn't have a play date before we figured that one out.
Ah, floors, the struggle is real. I'm so sorry for the constant barrage of mess that accosts you every day. The messes truly are new every morning. Just like the good Lord's mercy.
And I really, really need mercy as I don't see a day anywhere in our foreseeable future where you won't need to be cleaned.
On that note, I'm going to go clean you now...