I have decided to pretend that my home is a beach house. It is the perfect solution or should I say the best explanation for its current condition, which I do not see changing much in the foreseeable future.
In a beach house you expect a relaxed style of living and therefore a more relaxed cleaning style. Right? Gritty hardwood floors are fine in a great beach house. Sand is everywhere due to bare-feet and lots of going in and out all day. So the slight crunch under foot is expected and permissible.
I am surprising myself lately as I look at the dirty floor and just do. not. care. It is fine with me....so far, anyway. My poor, poor boys had to put up with my constant fretting about dirty floors and a clean house, at least in the "public" areas. If they played with Legos or matchbox cars in the living room, it all had to go back to the bedroom before bed. No leaving stuff around. Period.
This more relaxed attitude about my floors may have something to do with age or the empty nest or even working from home now. I could place the blame or credit (?) on any one of those, but the true culprit is Layla. Gonna blame the dog for my laziness. Yep.
Here is what happens. She, oh so delicately, gets a drink from her water bowl and then the drips from her mouth follow her as she walks away. So of course she is walking in the water drips and making a mess on the wood flooring.
And I. don't. care.
The world does not stop turning. I am still a good person. I still love my house and my dog. And myself. I am fine with it. My beach house and I are doing great! Maybe I will hang some beach towels on the front porch here in my small town cul-de-sac. I could turn on some ocean wave sound effects and walk around in a swimsuit and beach cover-up.
You can find me building a sandcastle in my kitchen.
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