This is just from one morning. I sweep twice a day (as Olive still likes to eat shriveled 3 day old peas). Sometimes it feels like Ground Hogs day around here. Same. Thing. Every. Day. I know it's a season. When they are 18, I will not be sweeping. I'll be doing loads of soccer laundry or having tons of kitchen counter chats about boys.  

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