You know when you use a carpet steamer thing and the water all comes out jet black and you get all skeeved out about how that whatever it is was just in your carpets and try to convince yourself that there is some mechanism within the steamer itself that causes the water to be black to trick you into continuing to rent carpet steamers but you know in your heard of hearts that the black crap really was in the carpets where your precious child rolls around all day? Yeah, I just did that with mopping my floors, which I hadn't done once in the four months we've lived here. Hey, don't look at me like that! I mop the kitchen and the bathroom and the hall with some regularity (as long as you define "some" fairly loosely), but the rest of the floors are mostly covered by rugs, so I just tend to skip them. But today, oh today, I used almost all of naptime to move the furniture (small, light furniture only, chill out) and then bunch up the rugs and actually clean the floors. And it was such a disgusting experience that I will be sure to never do it again.
Also, did you know that taking your child to see Santa Claus makes you a bad mother? I never knew that, but have been rabidly so informed in the past 24 hours, so I thought I would pass this newfound knowledge on to all of you. Nevermind that Mia has been carrying a wallet-sized picture of her on Santa's lap everywhere she goes and showing it to anyone who will feign even the slightest interest and that she cannot possibly conceive of a topic of conversation that does not have to do with how she went to "Santa's house" and met Santa and is therefore the coolest toddler ever to walk the planet. Oh no, she's damaged for life because I selfishly insisted on a cruel and unusual photo op. Bad mommy, bad.