Mop

I asked Mr. Hilarious for a Shark steam mop for my birthday. He guffawed, "I am not getting you a mop for your birthday." Instead, he bought me a very fancy black satin dress and heels. Then he took me to a very nice dinner. The dress is beautiful and the restaurant was elegant, but I was actually disappointed I didn't get the mop. Luckily, I was able to pool enough cash birthday and Christmas gifts from the aunties and grandmas to buy myself a steam mop. I don't get many fancy dinner invitations and since we have no weddings on docket for this summer, I am willing to bet I will not wear that dress again this year. If I had a steam mop I would use it religiously every day (well, twice a week) and my home would sparkle and everyone would be happy.
I bought it New Year's Eve and while we were at a party, which turned out to be a surprise birthday party, I kept thinking, "I can't wait to get home and try out my new mop!" It hit me that I have crossed an age gap between young thirties and old thirties.
I finally got to try it out yesterday. I vacuumed the tile and removed everything not built in from the kitchen. It was appalling how disgusting my floor was. I currently mop once a month, give or take a month. I started mopping and the dirt and gunk did come up. When the box promised the floor dried instantly, it wasn't lying. In fact, it was like pushing around a dry mop on a sticky floor. After thirty minutes of pushing and pulling that *&@! thing, my floor was cleaner than ever, and back and shoulders ached liked I had just done P90X. I was so thankful my husband bought me that dress instead of this slave machine. What a good man.
One month I will make a resolution to have a better kept home. I will actually mop every week. But it's not this month, thank God.