I’m actually a little ashamed to admit this, but here goes.
On Monday night Leo was scooting around on the kitchen floor and when I picked him up, I noticed the front of his onesie was all dirty. Like really dirty. I was pretty grossed out because I had just steam mopped the night before so I thought the floor was pretty clean. After Leo went to bed, I tackled the floor. First I mopped it with a dishsoap/vinegar solution. Then I used an abrasive soap and a nylon-bristle brush and scrubbed the whole floor. I rinsed mopped it twice, then steam mopped it three times. I figured that had to be one clean floor, right? But when I rubbed a white towel across the linoleum, it came up really dirty. Still. I was pretty grossed out and frustrated, considering I had just spent 2 hours mopping and scrubbing!
I did a little googling and talked to my mom. Last night I mopped the floors again with straight up ammonia (the smell brought me back to my high school hairlighting days). I ended up mopping with the ammonia twice. I let the ammonia sit for 15 minutes, then mopped with vinegar water. The water was so brown I had to get new water halfway through! Then I mopped it again with vinegar water. After that I wiped the floor with an old bath towel. Then I steam mopped the floor. And then I had Dave come down and rub a white towel all over to see how things looked.
I’m going to be riding that clean floor high for a long time. I’m also going to be way more diligent about regularly steam mopping! (Although I like to think that part of the dirt build-up was left by the former owners so it’s not all ours… but maybe that’s just even grosser that we’re living with others’ dirty remains.)
Dave had a great night, too – he finally got a perfect rating on a Mario Cart race he’s been trying to beat! He’s been working on this for awhile!
What do you have to confess?