Look at the Time Stamp.

See what time it is? It's 11:00 on a Saturday night. Guess what I just did? Mopped.
Yeah, I mopped... but only the front foyer.

I hate mopping.

But here's the thing: I couldn't take it anymore. I couldn't stand the thought of our hallway carpet turning a nice shade of funk because of the dirt dragged in from the foyer. So, I grabbed the dreaded mop and bucket and started cleaning.

Then, I couldn't stand the nagging thought that a mop only soaks up part of the gross-ness and the rest is just pushed around the floor, possibly into the carpet edges, so I grabbed an old rag and dried the floor Starbucks-style. That is, I threw a couple of dry rags on the floor, stood one foot on each, and skated across the floor to dry it. I didn't say it was standard Starbucks procedure, in fact, this style of drying is frowned upon because it wastes valuable cleaning cloths. Whatever, it's super helpful.

I hope to get a Swiffer soon. I'm saving coupons, looking for the big sale.

So maybe I'm a little obsessive. I will totally own up to being a little obsessive. I used to be more-so except that my husband is more tightly strung than I, so I've learned to relax. Now I'm just obsessive about some things. For example, I noticed the color changing carpet earlier this week. I thought it was just the light; you know, one light bulb goes out and casts a funny shadow, but after passing the carpet over and over... and over and over (I mean, anyone that comes in our house walks on this patch of carpet), I realized it was genuinely dirty. Then, I realized that I never mop that front foyer. I hate mopping. So, I start obsessing, thinking about how dirty the carpet looks and how I desperately need to mop the floor, definitely more often than once every six months. I freak out a little because we can't afford to have the carpet professionally cleaned, much less replaced. It's certainly not in the budget to buy a hallway carpet... not yet, but it's been pushed up the priority list of things to buy, right next to picture frames for our large wedding photo (3 years ago, mind you) and Waverly's professional photos and a Swiffer mop. Then, of course, all of this falls behind the 101 Christmas gifts we must buy for family... yep, just family. I cut out buying for friends a long time ago. Sorry. We have 10 immediate family members to buy for, not including Waverly, Chandler, and myself. Our siblings aren't even married yet. Tell me about it.

I digress.

For a week, I have mini panic attacks over this carpet. Then, finally, at 10:30 on Saturday night, I just can't take it anymore. And when I reach that point, the task must be completed immediately. So I mopped and I hated every minute of it, but my heart is a few steps farther from a heart attack because I did it.

Come on, Swiffer. Big sale. Big sale.