I was a full time college student, worked two jobs, volunteered all over the place, and somehow I still managed to mop the freaking kitchen floor five freaking times a WEEK.
These days, maybe, mayyyybe I get around to it once a week. Maybe. IF I manage to do it, IF I actually complete the task in less than three days, and IF the kids are home (they're all under five and I can't send them out for a night on the town ... yet), I end up crying because it only lasts three freaking minutes.
Or rather, I used to do this.
Then I realized it was just a floor and I turned it into a game.
|All of this has happened. Multiple times.|
Relax, have fun, and try not to take your disgusting kitchen floor to heart.