I’m embarrassed to tell you this.

I finally really mopped our floors yesterday. Actually when I say “floors” I mean kitchen, and when I say “kitchen” I mean just the half where our table is. I swept the entire kitchen with a new broom, twice.

Remember how I told you what I’ve been working on for the past three months? We’ll it’s taken up so much of my time. And you know how I believe when you say “yes” to something it’s an automatic “no” to something else?  Saying yes to writing a book was a no to having a clean house for three months. Grody.

Don’t get me wrong, my boys took out the trash and unloaded the dishwasher and my husband loaded the dishwasher every night made some meals and grocery shopped. They boys helped with the bathrooms and my husband wiped things in the kitchen. Dirt was maintained. But, my house had a layer of filth that only a woman who doesn’t have time to clean can see.

Since January none of us could really walk through the kitchen barefoot unless we wanted the bottoms of our feet to be coated like breaded chicken. Gross. I gag.

So finally, Saturday morning, after turning in over 200 photos for the book, I swept the kitchen and mopped the first half of the kitchen. It took 40 minutes.

We have all wood and a little bit of tile in our house and I realized after I mopped the tiled breakfast area that I used my hardwood floor cleaner. I was in a great mood and I knew that it wouldn’t hurt it (not the first time I’ve done this) but I love the silky matt finish that my tile cleaner leaves after I mop so once I figured I rinsed out my mop thing and basically rinsed off the entire breakfast area. Twice.

There was a little more water than normal on the floor and I knew it would take for ever to dry so I grabbed an old white hand towel that I’ve been meaning to downgrade to cleaning because I’m tired of the pattern on one side. I turned it white side down and used the mop handle minus the moppy wet part to push it around my wet floor to sop up the water.


When I was done drying the breakfast area, the white towel was filthy. After being swept and mopped and then rinsed TWICE, my floors were still filthy! Sick! I promise it looks worse in person. You’re welcome.

I have a feeling if I got down on my hands and knees and wiped the floors again, more dirt would come off.

So that’s the entire point to this post. Y’all, my house needs a serious deep cleaning.

What about you? Is there something in your home you’ve been neglecting?