Don’t panic – I’m not in Florida, I’m not swimming with sharks, nor am I under attack. But the dirt on my floors is at risk.
Yes, I’m mopping.
With a shark.
I am beginning to grasp just how much contiguous hard flooring I now have – the whole downstairs except for our bedroom is either hardwood or tile. The two full baths are huge, especially if you’re looking at them from hands and knees, trying to hand mop them. As soon as I got the hall and upstairs bathrooms clean and ready to move, including an old-fashioned hands-and-knees mopping and baseboard cleaning, I went shark hunting. I love using steam to sanitize, so this concept was right up my alley.
So far, so good. The true test will come when I get busy cooking in this new kitchen. Spills happen, at least when I cook. And when the dog drinks from her bowl.
Speaking of kitchens, today is move-the-kitchen day. The car is loaded with pots and pans and bakeware and my trusty Kitchen Aid. Of course, you might find me taking a break from moving and attacking the floors again. Or stopping to admire my shiny clean floors. (The novelty has not worn off yet, obviously.)