Today I tackled my hardwoods. More specifically, the kitchen hardwoods. It’s such a huge task and I hate doing it. Not because I dislike hard work. Not because as I move each chair out from under the table they make the sound of a suction cup popping off the floor. Not because as I pull the high chair out from the wall I notice the food splatters all over it that now beg for my attention. And not even because at some point during the sweeping and/or mopping either one or both of my kids will undoubtedly come running through the kitchen leaving little footprints behind in an area that I had considered finished.
Nope. The only reason I hate cleaning the hardwood floors is because by 6:30 this evening, they will look the exact same way as before I started.
It’s Pointless!
But one fun thing that has come out of Floor Duty Day is Fort York. For some reason, it seems that the day I choose to mop the floors also happens to be the day that I wash the sheets. This means that the kids gravitate toward my room with blankets and pillows laying all over the place. Taking a diving leap onto oversized throw pillows and crash landing into piles of fluffy blankets seems to be a big adventure. But it wasn’t keeping them occupied long enough for me to finish the job at hand.
So I thought back to my younger years when I enjoyed making “forts” out of misc blankets and chairs around the house. It was like having a secret hideaway just for me. I thought my kids might like it too.
So I pushed together, back to back, the 2 suede chairs in the sitting area in the master bedroom. Then I scooted the ottoman up behind them for the “back” of the fort. Next I grabbed our bedspread and draped it over the whole thing. At first I had the comforter hanging down low over the opening so no one could see in, but that made them a little nervous. When I opened it back up they thought it was a perfect spot to play. They grabbed pillows, blankies, Meo’s, and the basket of zoo animals, and had a little playdate all their own.
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