Mopping in the middle

Do you ever find yourself waiting for the optimum time to mop? I do this all the time...
      Used to, I would do it after the kids were in bed, but anymore I'm too tired by then and always promise myself "tomorrow".  We are 10 people living in under 800 square feet (and that's counting the loft), so it's a challenge to have the floor clear enough to mop. Now sweeping...that happens 10 times a day. Give or take. But mopping just seems like one of those chores that I like to do super thoroughly and it's hard to find that perfect time to move everything enough to be "thorough". So I usually end up spot mopping and consoling myself with false promises. However, this weekend a sick little boy and a batch of baby chicks sort of forced my hand. I made up a batch of mop water and just started mopping right in the middle of the chaos. I mopped around people and under feet. I mopped under furniture and moved buckets. And every few minutes I had to shake the excess grass and wood chips out of my mop. ( I had already swept at least 4 times immediately prior to mopping.) By the time I was done my floor was decently clean. Not perfect, but sanitary at least. And I was reminded yet again that life is what happens while you are busy making plans. There is never a perfect time to mop. Or sew. Or write that thank you note. Or make that call. Or read a story to your toddler. You just have to do it. And do it in the middle of the mess and noise that makes up our lives. Because those are the things that make it lovely ( and clean😉) and worthwhile.
Happy mopping!

( ps. This is still Jessica, I just sometimes use Ed's profile because I'm too lazy to switch users. 😊)