“No! I just cleaned that,” Zoe said with a pathetic groan as she stared down at the muddy footprints on the floor that she’d just spent the last hour scrubbing.
“Damn it,” Trevor muttered as he looked down at his dirty boots and then back over his shoulder as the muddy trail he’d left behind. “I’m sorry, sweetheart.”
“It’s fine,” she said, waving it off with a sigh as she added cleaning the floor back on her list of things that she needed to get done before the twins’ birthday party tomorrow.
“I’ll clean it up,” Trevor said, backtracking to the front door and toed off his boots and set them back on the mat by the door next to his toolbox.
She was going to argue, but she already had too much to do. She had to finish cleaning the house, inflate the new pool floats, run a half dozen errands and she needed to get them done before tomorrow morning so that she could put decorations, set up chairs, and a hundred other things before the party started. As soon as this party was over, she was going to sleep and god help them if anyone that woke her up.
“Where are the kids?” Trevor asked, grabbing the mop.