Our floors are filthy (I was going to write disgusting, but that would be unfair, they're not. Just filthy.)
But...we have been making a pinata,
a felt dragon,
a chocolate dinosaur,
dinner,
and doing the washing.
Sometimes we give up something to get something. A lot of the time. Almost always.
At the moment, despite the arrival of a new vacuum (yippee!), it's the floors that are missing out.
Unassisted by the arrival of new sand in the sandpit and a meal of cous cous for five people last night but as much as it bothers me each time I see the dirt I still walk over it.
I walk over it to get to the children. To get to the washing. To get the camera. To get to the door.
And with birthday preparations in full swing, I walk over it to get to the pinata. To get to the dinosaur. To get to the cake. To get to a cup of tea.
I walk over it to get to the other side.