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kitchen floor
30 August 2009 16:19I just washed the kitchen floor.
I don't have a mop. I first started with paper towels + water + Simple Green, but after tossing out four paper towels for the first few squares of tile, thought I should come up with a better plan. I realized I had three small dishcloths and - this is not something I'm used to - the ability to plug my kitchen sink, so I filled it with a few inches of water and tossed the dishcloths in with some Simple Green. Then I picked up a dishcloth, wrung it out, scrubbed the floor with it, and when it seemed too dirty to go further, tossed it in the water and grabbed the next. Poor man's mop!
I don't think the rest of the world is going to understand that this is momentous. I'm trying to remember the last floor I actually got around to washing instead of staring at it for months and months feeling crap because I had a dirty floor but also feeling unable to get around to cleaning it due to the work involved and the time commitment. The floor at Pine Street always bothered me, but it was so huge (our kitchen was easily the largest room in the house) I never got up the ability to do more than spot-clean it. I don't recall ever cleaning at Elm Street or Walnut Street, but it's possible and just too far back to remember. But basically I've been carrying this dirty-floor guilt and angst since Pine Street when it would always kind of automatically rob me of a spoon to see it and feel unable to do anything about it.
But my kitchen floor here? Maybe 5x5. Tiny apartment, tiny kitchen. Even then this project started with me grabbing paper towels to clean the couple tile squares under the cat dishes and no more. But I realized I had the time and I'd feel fucking awesome if I did the whole floor, so I enacted the kitchen-sink-washcloth-mop plan and went to it. It took maybe 15 minutes at most.
Fucking awesome.
I don't have a mop. I first started with paper towels + water + Simple Green, but after tossing out four paper towels for the first few squares of tile, thought I should come up with a better plan. I realized I had three small dishcloths and - this is not something I'm used to - the ability to plug my kitchen sink, so I filled it with a few inches of water and tossed the dishcloths in with some Simple Green. Then I picked up a dishcloth, wrung it out, scrubbed the floor with it, and when it seemed too dirty to go further, tossed it in the water and grabbed the next. Poor man's mop!
I don't think the rest of the world is going to understand that this is momentous. I'm trying to remember the last floor I actually got around to washing instead of staring at it for months and months feeling crap because I had a dirty floor but also feeling unable to get around to cleaning it due to the work involved and the time commitment. The floor at Pine Street always bothered me, but it was so huge (our kitchen was easily the largest room in the house) I never got up the ability to do more than spot-clean it. I don't recall ever cleaning at Elm Street or Walnut Street, but it's possible and just too far back to remember. But basically I've been carrying this dirty-floor guilt and angst since Pine Street when it would always kind of automatically rob me of a spoon to see it and feel unable to do anything about it.
But my kitchen floor here? Maybe 5x5. Tiny apartment, tiny kitchen. Even then this project started with me grabbing paper towels to clean the couple tile squares under the cat dishes and no more. But I realized I had the time and I'd feel fucking awesome if I did the whole floor, so I enacted the kitchen-sink-washcloth-mop plan and went to it. It took maybe 15 minutes at most.
Fucking awesome.
