The Scrubbing Part 2

Mom wanted me to write about me scrubbing the floors. (Boring topic, huh? :) ) I’ll try to make it as interesting as possible.I stared at the kitchen floor. “Boy is it dirty!” I thought. “I know! I’ll ask Mom if I can scrub the kitchen today! I love scrubbing! I should be done before lunch. Piece of cake!” I asked Mom if I could, and of course, she said yes. :) I started moving things out of the kitchen. I grabbed the broom and started sweeping. As I was sweeping Mom came in and started pulling the stove, refrigerator, etc. out from the wall. “Why are you doing that?” I asked. “So you can clean.” She replied. “Hey! That wasn’t in the bargain! I said I was going to scrub the floors, not deep clean!” I said (good naturedly. :) ) “We’re spring cleaning.” “It’s not even spring!” I protested (good naturedly.) I started cleaning behind the stove. I picked up a small, hard, round object. “What in the world is this?” I wondered. “No! On second thought I don’t want to know. Well, this won’t be so bad. I’ll still be done before lunch.” I started scrubbing. “Whew! This ain’t coming up very easily!”By lunch time I was a third of the way done. “This was supposed to go faster! What happened to all the fun!” I breaked for lunch and started on the floor again. An hour passed. Then two. “what is taking me so long?” I asked myself. Mom kept “encouraging” me to speed up. Finally at 3:30 pm I was finished. “Hurray! I’ve done a great thing! I scrubbed the floor all by myself! :) Where’s my applause?!” (I asked for it and I got it. :) )Sooooo, that’s my view of The Great Floor Scrubbing!

~Gera~