Eat off my Floor

This morning I woke up with the urge to clean the house. Not just a light cleaning, but a DEEP CLEANING. Every room is in dire need of some TLC, so I could truly begin anywhere and know that anything I did would be an improvement over what it is now.

I started with getting a few loads of laundry going and then decided the kitchen, dining room, bathroom, and hallway tiled floor needed a good cleaning. I would clean the floors more often, but when you've just finished cleaning the floors only to have your husband come home, make something to eat, and wipe the crumbs off the counter directly onto the floor, it just doesn't feel worth it. But, enough is enough and I NEEDED clean floors.

Jumping into my car, I drove to Hardware Hank down the road and picked up some good floor cleaner (earth and pet friendly of course) and a hardcore handheld scrubber. I swept the floor several times to get as much as possible off the floor and even used our dying vacuum to help. Starting with one area, I began to scrub each foot x foot tile individually, including the grouted areas which had not been given personal attention since moving in. Clean smell swept through the house and after every tile I completed, I felt better about my chosen task. Three hours FLEW by and I was under the kitchen table, seeing the light at the end of the tunnel. I only had one small section of the dining room and then a small remainder of the hall and entry bathroom left and I was already considering what I should post on Facebook. I was thinking, "Anyone want to come over and eat off my floor with me?" or something along those lines. I was smiling to myself, jammin' to some country music, when I suddenly heard an earsplitting crash. I crouched and froze (which is funny, because you'd think I'd know I was pretty safe already crammed under the table). I look over to see Smitty (Dusty's cat) on the kitchen counter, having just knocked over all three glass cat dishes that I had put on the counter for the floor scrubbing project. Shards of glass and cat food literally covered the ENTIRE two huge areas that I was just finishing. I'm sure Smitty could read my mind and said, "I'll eat off the floor with you." but I didn't like his gesture. I got pretty mad. Let's face it, I yelled. I yelled some not so nice things to the cat. Then I yelled at Rodger (Dusty's other cat) for trying to eat the cat food that was embedded in the broken glass.

Well, God has a good way of reminding you not to get too full of yourself. 4+ hours after beginning this project, all the glass and cat food are cleaned up and I did a second floor cleaning with our Steam Shark. I still think I can eat off the floor now, but I definitely don't feel so big and proud of my sparkling clean floors. Now I just feel very matter of fact about it... and I need to find a way to prevent it from getting dirty as soon as "someone" gets back home.