I mopped the bathroom floor the other day...but only after I dropped a dark blue towel near the base board and retrieved a dark blue towel with a large gray collection of dust on it. What is the world coming to? 5 years ago I was so focused on keeping the house spotless: I mopped at least weekly (Mr-Janitorial-background, here). Now I seem to have lost my zeal for cleaning. As long as the counters are clear, the dishes are clean, toys are off the floor and the kids are content--things are peaceful. I guess I have found peace in something other than cleanliness (and that must be a good thing).
Posted as a comment on voxpopuli-hannah.blogspot.com and after I typed it I thought it was realization I should post here too.