Thank goodness we have hard wood floors!
..... because that's where my children's collection of smushed raisins live.
Open concept first floor home, two working parents with scattered brains and an adhd dog in tow
.... two kids old enough to "help" means that: raisins are obtained from the pantry, "shared" and then "put away" which means that there are rogue raisins on the floor.
Soon to be hidden in a corner, smushed and then lamented over...
Mostly by me.
Oh I try to pick them up when I think of it.
I even dutifully poke and scrape the smushed raisin with my pointy toed shoes before I leave for work in the dimly illuminated mornings.
If they come loose, I raise my hands victoriously and scoop it up, feeling accomplished. If they continue to stubbornly adhere to the boards of the floor, then I resign myself and file it in my "to-do" list.
When I return home with my tribe, I feel annoyed, then momentarily embarrassed that I still have smushed raisins on the floor. Do other responsible adults have these sticky visitors? Why can't I remember to scrape them off the floor? Do other mothers catch them before they fall? Where are these mothers?
I read my kids a book while they eat dinner.
My brain wanders while I read the story book that my children are the source of the unwanted raisins, and my children are thriving.
So I let the raisins live in my house, on my floor, for one more day.