Those of you that have been reading my blog this past year now realize that housekeeping is not one of my gifts (or did you?).
I make an effort to clean only when company is coming (not often) or when I'm in the mood (even less often) or after loosing a bet (even less, less often) or I find a new cleaning product that intrigues me (even less, less, less often! Why take money from the wine budget?)
So while I was washing my hair in the kitchen sink (because winter turns my skin reptilian and I avoid more than one shower a day) I noticed that the kitchen floor needed mopped... again.
I just scrubbed it on my hands and knees last week with a bucket, scrub brush, hot soapy water and towels!!!
Just like in the movies that Hollywood says mirrors real life, yet we all know that no one does that in real life ! (...except me, apparently)
Scrubbing the floor in the real world
"So" says I, (pondering the task before me) "How do I make this easy?" (If you have never said "How can I make this easy?", then we can not be friends. Sorry)
I have talked to my lovely sister repeatedly about purchasing my own steam mopper (she has one) so I could then just plug in the machine and my floors would be instantly sanitary.
"But those things are expensive!" I say to myself as I lean against the microwave.
But all I have is my trusty wet Swiffer®... and... a microwave!!!
So I popped that wet Swiffer® on a paper plate, stuck it in the microwave for 18-20 seconds and I got a kinda, pretend, almost steam mop.
Worked like a charm.
Stayed warm until it was filthy, didn't fall apart and my floor looked great in just a few wipes and swipes !!
Graceful Grandma "steamy" Swiffer®
That is my wisdom for Wednesday.
(or my cleaning confession)
Yes Hollywood, you win. Scrubbing the floor mirrors my life.
"I love scrubbing floors!
Not really, I just drank all of the wine I bought with the money I saved!"
Thanks for being here.
Thanks for reading my blog.
(by the way, thats not really me or my quote in the above picture. I prefer whiskey) :)