When I dreamt of my first fourth of July holiday as a stay at home mommy I envisioned myself baking a flag cake or strawberry pie, dressing my son in red white and blue, myself in a coordinating nautical look, my husband's black skin reflecting off of his white linen suit, we'd be jetting off to some lovely family party to see fireworks, eating barbecue and listening to people rave about my homemade cake. But not today, today I find myself up to my elbows in Pinesol scrubbing a dirty kitchen floor. My husband is working today, yes even though he is at the highest level of sales in his company and perfectly able to take off such a holiday, I guess being a resident alien - the 4th of July just doesn't have that ring to it, until he comes home with his schedule and his wife says - You didn't take off the 4th!!? So he's working, I am home. Having no family to visit as I have transplanted from the midwest to the coast and assuming that most of my friends are visiting their local families or attending some great single NO KID parties I am treating today just like any other day. As it's a Monday that means a new chore sheet and all my weekly chore duties are just waiting to be done.
As I spent most of June in Missouri to be a part of my sister-in-law bringing a gorgeous baby boy into this world I have really fallen behind on my chores. So today there is just one goal- scrub that nasty kitchen floor. I put my lil lion paw down for his 1:00 nap and hop to it - cleaning up the kitchen, wiping the counters, the table, the stove, pushing every lil speck of dirt to the floor, just as I moved the furniture, wiped the baseboards, swept and was getting ready to pull out my mop in walks the Haitian for his lunch break. . . this really breaks my Lady Gaga in the background, bra and panties, cleaning groove. I turn off the music and try to enjoy the moment with my husband. I take the lunch he brought me sit in front of the AC and eat quickly, finally he retreats to the bedroom for a lunchtime nap and I am free to get back in my Gaga cleaning groove. I was happy to use, for the second time my trusty spin mop - I didn't buy the real thing that I saw on HSN during a late night breastfeeding session but some Japanese knock off via amazon
that I assume works just as well. First thing I haveta do of course is wash the mop of the LA soot that has gathered on it from sitting out on the patio of my valley home. This of course further dirties my already dirty tub and thus a second thing gets added to my musts on this "holiday". I mop the floor, I would do a before and after shot but I'm ashamed to let you see the filth that I let my son crawl around on while I'm cooking dinner, or lets be honest, playing words with friends on my phone. After finishing the floor, the lil lion paw still rests, so I scrub the bathroom tub too. I grew up in the predominantly white midwest, married to a black man I was surprised to see that he uses baby oil on a regular basis to moisturize his skin, this makes his black skin delicious smelling and super soft but leaves a ring of grease around the tub that dirt clings too. I have tried everything to get it off quickly but usually find myself spending a good hour hunched over the tub scrubbing into the greasy ring with comet and a sponge. But today I stumbled upon a simple dish brush, purchased two for 1.00 at target months ago and never used, wouldn't you know that lil sucker combined with comet slashed through my grease ring in no time.
Again I would do a before and after pic but I am embarrassed to let you see the filth that exists in the tub that I use as a playpen for my son (dry of course) when Mommy Dreamest has to do her hair and make up or well, a #2. And still the baby sleeps. Lucky for me today is a long nap day and I can sit for a moment. The tubs sparkling new, the floor is clean and I am dripping in sweat waiting for him to wake and roar so I can give him a bath in the freshly cleaned tub, dress him in his fourth of July apparel, shower and dress myself and wait for daddy to get home so that we can run out to a last minute party. I won't have a cake in hand but I will come home to a clean kitchen floor and someday when I have time - take a bath in my freshly cleaned tub. . . yeah right, thats why i call myself Mommy dreamest. . . .(which isn't even a word)
As I spent most of June in Missouri to be a part of my sister-in-law bringing a gorgeous baby boy into this world I have really fallen behind on my chores. So today there is just one goal- scrub that nasty kitchen floor. I put my lil lion paw down for his 1:00 nap and hop to it - cleaning up the kitchen, wiping the counters, the table, the stove, pushing every lil speck of dirt to the floor, just as I moved the furniture, wiped the baseboards, swept and was getting ready to pull out my mop in walks the Haitian for his lunch break. . . this really breaks my Lady Gaga in the background, bra and panties, cleaning groove. I turn off the music and try to enjoy the moment with my husband. I take the lunch he brought me sit in front of the AC and eat quickly, finally he retreats to the bedroom for a lunchtime nap and I am free to get back in my Gaga cleaning groove. I was happy to use, for the second time my trusty spin mop - I didn't buy the real thing that I saw on HSN during a late night breastfeeding session but some Japanese knock off via amazon
that I assume works just as well. First thing I haveta do of course is wash the mop of the LA soot that has gathered on it from sitting out on the patio of my valley home. This of course further dirties my already dirty tub and thus a second thing gets added to my musts on this "holiday". I mop the floor, I would do a before and after shot but I'm ashamed to let you see the filth that I let my son crawl around on while I'm cooking dinner, or lets be honest, playing words with friends on my phone. After finishing the floor, the lil lion paw still rests, so I scrub the bathroom tub too. I grew up in the predominantly white midwest, married to a black man I was surprised to see that he uses baby oil on a regular basis to moisturize his skin, this makes his black skin delicious smelling and super soft but leaves a ring of grease around the tub that dirt clings too. I have tried everything to get it off quickly but usually find myself spending a good hour hunched over the tub scrubbing into the greasy ring with comet and a sponge. But today I stumbled upon a simple dish brush, purchased two for 1.00 at target months ago and never used, wouldn't you know that lil sucker combined with comet slashed through my grease ring in no time.
Again I would do a before and after pic but I am embarrassed to let you see the filth that exists in the tub that I use as a playpen for my son (dry of course) when Mommy Dreamest has to do her hair and make up or well, a #2. And still the baby sleeps. Lucky for me today is a long nap day and I can sit for a moment. The tubs sparkling new, the floor is clean and I am dripping in sweat waiting for him to wake and roar so I can give him a bath in the freshly cleaned tub, dress him in his fourth of July apparel, shower and dress myself and wait for daddy to get home so that we can run out to a last minute party. I won't have a cake in hand but I will come home to a clean kitchen floor and someday when I have time - take a bath in my freshly cleaned tub. . . yeah right, thats why i call myself Mommy dreamest. . . .(which isn't even a word)
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