The Big Blue

I tried washing the floors again. I tried wood cleaner. Then I tried diluted white vinegar. The straight white vinegar. I scrubbed and scrubbed and scrubbed. It did not do a thing.



As I was spinning my wheels, Paprika laid beside me drawing in her big drawing pad. I asked her what she was drawing and she said, "The beach and the ocean." Pages of pictures of the beach and the great big ocean.



Then she looked up at me with her impossibly big brown eyes and said, "Mama, can we go to the beach and the ocean? I want to go swimming at the beach and build sandcastles."



So, I put down my scrub brush and we got in the car and went. It was a great decision. As we were driving up to the beach, Paprika exclaimed, "Look! It's the ocean! Right there on the other side of the beach!"



After playing for a few hours on the sand, building sandcastles, chasing a soccer ball, and getting very wet...we all felt better. The problem with the sticky floor didn't seem so bad afterall. We even went the the aquarium and petted sea stars and spent the rest of the afternoon on the pier looking out into the big blue.



The floors can wait. But these girls can't.