Throw away your mops

Two nights ago, I mentioned to John that our kitchen floors needed a good scrubbing. I used the word scrubbing for a reason...

So, he mopped the floor with our Swiffer wet jet thingy. (Yes, along with everything else he does, he also cleans the kitchen floor. But, don't forget I spend time almost every day cleaning the kitchen floor...)

Anyway, the next morning I come downstairs and actually look at the floor (I didn't after he mopped it) and it didn't really look any different even though he totally mopped it. I called him at work "just to mention" that he missed the keyword in my request - scrub.

So, I was throwing a baby shower last night and I wanted the floors to be clean. So, I pulled out the scrub brush and the Fantastic (it really is) and went to work. I scrubbed on my hands and knees for two, (yes, 2) hours. I think yesterday was the only time I had ever thought my kitchen might be too big...

Look at the difference...

Isn't that gross? Keep in mind, the right side of that floor was mopped the night before this picture was taken!! I honestly think John thought our floors were actually tan colored and not cream colored. (I had to take a picture to show him the difference. And, don't get me wrong, I love that my husband cleans the floors and I've learned to let my philosophy be 'beggars can't be choosers' - if he's going to do it, I won't complain, but when it gets to a certain point, I have to step in. Maybe that was his plan all along...)

So, last night as I knelt on the floor to push presents to the person I was throwing a shower for, I about died - my knees are completely bruised.

I woke up this morning feeling like I went rock climbing for the first time. Don't know what that feels like? How about what you felt like the first time you went snowboarding, or like how you feel after you've shoveled heavy, wet snow a really long time? That is what I felt like. My arms, shoulders, and neck still hurt, my fingers hurt, and my poor little, weird shaped, knees hurt. Scrubbing a floor is quite the workout.

Moral of the story - My mom was right, floors always look better when you clean it on your hands and knees. Mops don't quite get the job done. You have to use a little more "elbow grease."