Sometimes you just have to take pleasure in the small things.
Sweeping the floor hasn't been a thing I've really done as a housekeeper. I usually just vacuum, then swiffer, then mop. We have a broom but it doesn't get much action unless its haircut day. Lately it seems like the only time I have to clean the ridiculously crumby floor is when someone is sleeping in the next room or several feet away on the couch, so I started getting out the broom almost every day.
Today I realized that silently sweeping the floor has become therapeutic to me. It's more relaxing than the loud vacuum, and seeing the fruits of my labor in asmall large pile reminds me in a little way that my work is not in vain. Housework has to be done, and it's actually OK to enjoy it. There are certainly tasks I don't like, but it's nice to have a few throughout the day that can provide a few minutes of relaxation in addition to a sense of accomplishment.
Sweeping the floor hasn't been a thing I've really done as a housekeeper. I usually just vacuum, then swiffer, then mop. We have a broom but it doesn't get much action unless its haircut day. Lately it seems like the only time I have to clean the ridiculously crumby floor is when someone is sleeping in the next room or several feet away on the couch, so I started getting out the broom almost every day.
Today I realized that silently sweeping the floor has become therapeutic to me. It's more relaxing than the loud vacuum, and seeing the fruits of my labor in a
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