This post brought to you by THREE cups of coffee and a THREE HOUR nap by Jack.
Since Luke was born, I have rearranged our bedroom twice, our living room three times, switched the curtains from our living room to our bedroom, gotten new curtains for the living room, sold our old couch on Craigslist and bought a new one, painted a new entertainment center, and completely changed the style of our living room. I can't wait share pictures, but there are few things that are still in process that I want to finish up first. But that is not the point of this post
Needless to say, its this whole cabin fever, cooped-up-in-the-house-with-two-kids thing. As we have done all those things above, we have noticed that our walls have gotten pretty banged up in the two years we have lived here, so we busted out a magic eraser and spot cleaned the walls. They look much better, but that is not the point of this post either.
*This post is NOT sponsored by Magic Eraser. In fact, we used the
generic brand, but I don't know the name, so it's just easier to say
'magic eraser'. The generic CLEARLY works just as well.
WHILE we were cleaning the walls, Matt noticed a spot where Jack used a marker on the kitchen floor and cleaned that too. Now, I've had a beef with these floors for as long as we have lived here. They are a beige-ish tile that just seems to soak up dirt and grunge. I have a Shark steam mop that I THOUGHT was doing the trick to keep them clean, but you guys....ohmygosh. The color of that newly cleaned spot flabbergasted me!
Here is a before picture. Oh, and all those scratches? A combination of scooter wheels and the dogs nails scratching the floor. Nice huh? Like I said...the floor gets marked up at the drop of a hat.
Our tiles are white. I had no idea. I was so disgusted. We stocked up on Magic Erasers and I scrubbed the entire floor, tile by tile, mopping up with a wet rag as I went. I've scrubbed it by hand before with a scrub-brush, but I never knew it was supposed to look like this. Why is that post-worthy? Well, look at this picture...
You can see them here.
I called my mom in horror, and the best explanation that we can come up with is that although the tiles are not old, they are were never sealed, so in a way, they really have been soaking up dirt. Isn't that cute. When I started thinking about all the times Jack has rolled around on the floor, I nearly cried. When I thought about the fact that he learned to CRAWL on this floor, I did cry a little. I mean, it wasn't this color when we moved in...so this was someone else's dirt too. Ew. From their FEET. Double ew.
After the boys went to bed, I finished scrubbing the floor, steam-mopped it one more time, and for the first time in my 27 years of existence, I waxed my floor. Honestly, I didn't know that tile floors need to be waxed anymore. I just assumed that all tile is now sealed. Apparently not!
Also - who the HECK thinks that unsealed white floor tiles are the way to go in a rental? A fool, that's who. Builder! You are a fool! I just needed to get that off of my chest.
So there you have it. We have (apparently) been living in filth. I just wanted to come clean. (Heh heh...get it?? Clean? Get it? )