Our basement is, well, a disaster. It's been through a two-year-old who likes dumping things, especially potato flakes and pasta, and a whole host of other destroyers. It screams to be cleaned, but it is exceedingly draining to be anywhere close enough to even attempt it. At this point, it would be very tempting to donate all of our stuff to charity just to be rid of it, except that we'd still have to get the pasta and potato flakes off of it all before doing so, which means cleaning up anyway. Joy.
On a somewhat brighter note, the same two-year-old has promoted a cleaner kitchen floor by forcing a mop job after coating the floor in cracked eggs and bubble juice. I love my electric mop; it makes times like these much more bearable. Too bad it doesn't pick up pasta.
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