Ring the bells of joy!
A wondrous change has come into my life. A significant improvement. A glorious thing.
I have found a solution to my kitchen floor dilemma. And it didn't involve hiring a maid, re-doing the floor, or draping the room in plastic wrap every time my children eat.
For those who may not have been following this blog for a long time, and thus have not heard me whine over and over again about how much I hate having a white kitchen floor, here's the story:
I hate having a white kitchen floor.
Anyway, the solution came gradually. First we re-did one of our bedrooms into a home office. Then we moved desks, computers and music equipment out of the living room into the office. This gave us a lot of open space in the back half of the room. I put a kids' play table and chairs back there. Then, within days of each other, my sister and my friend both stopped by, looked at the living room, and said, "Why don't you put your table in here?"
And I was like, "Yeah...um...would it look good?...I don't know."
So then I did it, and I LOVE it.
I suppose you're probably thinking that this has just transferred my messiness problem to the living room floor. And it probably has. I don't think that my kids' eating habits have changed because we moved the table. But my living room floor is BROWN. Wonderful, dirt-colored, easy-to-sweep, no-grout-to-catch-crumbs, brown Pergot flooring.
So now you can't SEE the mess. And if I can't see it (or, more importantly, if visitors can't see it) I don't care nearly as much.
Now the craft table is in the kitchen, and the kids still occasionally eat snacks there, so there is still an occasional litter of crayon wrappers and Cheerios, but a quick sweeping or spot clean with my Roomba makes it liveable. The living room also looks just fine after a quick going over with the broom. Every little speck and smear and crumb is not leaping out at your eye from its place on the slick white tile.
For the first time in two and a half years, I'm not mopping my floor every two or three days. I'm only mopping once every week...or two. Call me a lazy housekeeper, I don't care. I am a lazy housekeeper! I've got too many other things to do to spend my time mopping the floor.
You probably couldn't eat off my floors, but I promise your feet won't stick to the surface as you walk across. And why would you eat off the floor anyway? I've got a perfectly nice table to eat off of. In the living room.
I have found a solution to my kitchen floor dilemma. And it didn't involve hiring a maid, re-doing the floor, or draping the room in plastic wrap every time my children eat.
For those who may not have been following this blog for a long time, and thus have not heard me whine over and over again about how much I hate having a white kitchen floor, here's the story:
I hate having a white kitchen floor.
Anyway, the solution came gradually. First we re-did one of our bedrooms into a home office. Then we moved desks, computers and music equipment out of the living room into the office. This gave us a lot of open space in the back half of the room. I put a kids' play table and chairs back there. Then, within days of each other, my sister and my friend both stopped by, looked at the living room, and said, "Why don't you put your table in here?"
And I was like, "Yeah...um...would it look good?...I don't know."
So then I did it, and I LOVE it.
I suppose you're probably thinking that this has just transferred my messiness problem to the living room floor. And it probably has. I don't think that my kids' eating habits have changed because we moved the table. But my living room floor is BROWN. Wonderful, dirt-colored, easy-to-sweep, no-grout-to-catch-crumbs, brown Pergot flooring.
So now you can't SEE the mess. And if I can't see it (or, more importantly, if visitors can't see it) I don't care nearly as much.
Now the craft table is in the kitchen, and the kids still occasionally eat snacks there, so there is still an occasional litter of crayon wrappers and Cheerios, but a quick sweeping or spot clean with my Roomba makes it liveable. The living room also looks just fine after a quick going over with the broom. Every little speck and smear and crumb is not leaping out at your eye from its place on the slick white tile.
For the first time in two and a half years, I'm not mopping my floor every two or three days. I'm only mopping once every week...or two. Call me a lazy housekeeper, I don't care. I am a lazy housekeeper! I've got too many other things to do to spend my time mopping the floor.
You probably couldn't eat off my floors, but I promise your feet won't stick to the surface as you walk across. And why would you eat off the floor anyway? I've got a perfectly nice table to eat off of. In the living room.
4 comments:
Oh, Jen, I would have suggested that to you a long time ago if I had thought you wouldn't be offended. You had such definite ideas about where you wanted things when you moved in I felt I shouldn't mention it. I had thought that exact thing (wow, the living room is big enough, why doesn't she put the table in the living room?). Oh well, I'm glad you were able to figure out a solution for yourself.
I feel your joy!! When we switched from white-and-green-patterned kitchen linoleum (with deep grooves that caught EVERY grungy shadow) to plastic tan fake wood, I practically did cartwheels. Now if I could just get cat-barf-colored carpet, I would be SET.
I can't remember the last time my kitchen floor was mopped.
Nana
YAY! I agree that there are more important things to be done than mopping the floor every three days (or even every week. :))
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