Cleaning, Gotta Love It

So I spent all this morning cleaning, without seeming to accomplish anything. I did dishes (constantly), I mopped the floors, I even gave Austin a bath. Zach came home from Job 1 (construction) with really muddy shoes. Entry way mopping pointless. Then he needed two pairs of muddy shoes washed, so into the tub they went for "pre-cleaning." Bathroom mopping pointless. I diligently washed them (He said he was going to, but it would have been a day or two before he got to it I'm sure.) and let them soak, then rinsed again. Tub now disgusting. Then he didn't want the laces in when I washed them. He said to just toss them in the dryer with the shoes, so I dutifully pulled them out. I was going to wash them by hand, but then realized I was making more work for myself. Shoes, laces and muddy gloves went into the washer. Mopping utility pointless. Our washing machine is missing a leveler, so I have to sit on it during spin cycle, twice per load. Austin likes to sit with me too, and has recently taken to sitting on the dryer. Not bad, except he's been whiny this afternoon. So, that's my day so far. Cleaning for no reason at all.

As an added bonus, Austin threw up, and I found one of my shoe inserts ripped in half. (A pair of my shoes have this really funky insole so I cut foam pieces to fit inside when I worked at PSPT. It would cost $5 to get new foam and it's only about 1" x 2".) Ugh. Not a good day.