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I’m a pretty bad house cleaner. Not that I can’t do it, but I often
don’t. Our shelves haven’t been dusted in a while, our refrigerator is
growing its own food, and it usually takes a ‘funky’ smell to push me
into certain chores…
One chore I hate above all others is mopping. I think there was a
span of more than 6 months that our floors did not see a mop. I was ok
with that. If something spilled, I wiped it up, if there was some sort
of gummy substance, my Clorox wipes did the trick. Not today.
J and I are trying to eat a bit better, and we’re starting with
breakfast. We’ve been trying to start most mornings with a fruit and
yogurt smoothie. Yum! It really is a great way to start the day,
providing you are skilled in proper blender usage. I, apparently, am
not. No, it wasn’t the cap, it was the base. It wasn’t on tight enough
and, thus, red, icy, juicy splatter found its way around my entire
kitchen, leaving my walls and floor looking like the set of CSI. Time
to break out the mop.
A few months ago, I bought the Wet Jet, thinking it seemed a bit
cleaner and easier than a regular mop. It is. For about an hour…then
the floors seem even dirtier…but that’s not the point.
I herded the girls out of the kitchen, wiped up the mess and started
to mop. Abs tried to walk in to see what was going on, and I gave a
loud “Freeze!” to keep her from walking on the wet floor. Not a good
move on my part. It took her 20 minutes to calm down. M was comforting
her by saying that “Mommy didn’t mean to be so scary. She just wanted
you to be safe.” Nice. After I finished, I was putting the mop away and
heard footsteps, thud and cry…Of course, Abs ran in the kitchen, then
slid and fell on my newly cleaned floor.
She’s fine. I’m fine, and I now know that I shouldn’t mop, under any
circumstances, lest I risk injuring my kids or hurting their feelings.
Thank you, Swiffer, for confirming what I have believed for years!
