What's Wrong With This Picture?

Well, besides the fact that it is taking me days between posts, that is?

So I am looking at my floor and thinking, despite how tired I am and how much I really don't want to do it, I just have to grab the Swiffer and even if it's only for 5 minutes, start tackling the kitchen floor because it is gross. Mariah is chattering away about her Social Studies, slavery and stuff, and I'm kind of thinking to myself, "wow, it's really alot grosser under these chairs than I thought, what did the kids spill under here to make the Swiffer stick like this?!" when Mariah distracts me with this question: "Mom, were YOU alive when they had slavery?". I have to say that despite the smile on my face now, the ick-factor of my floor, the non-working status of my Swiffer, and some general irritability on my part, I was perhaps just a tad sarcastic in my reply, "Oh Yeah, I was alive in the EIGHTEEN HUNDREDS!"

I go around the corner and can't believe my Swiffer still is making that grating noise on the floor, I keep shaking it trying to dislodge whatever humongous thing is on the bottom of it, Mariah is apologizing profusely and laughing about her little error and trying to dig herself out of it by saying she meant when black people had to ride on the back of the bus, when I stop for 2 seconds, actually look down at the Swiffer and realize that the last person who used it didn't replace the pad! See, I ALWAYS put a new one on so when I grab the Swiffer out of the closet it is good to go! Yeah, a plastic rectangle grating against your wood floors with alot of grunge...that can't be good.