I went on a mopping spree today. My mom is coming to visit.
Now, my mom is not actually critical of my housekeeping and I do actually mop the main floor most weeks, but there's something about a visit from mom that brings out my inner mopper.
I'm not sure that you visited Zoom Times exclusively to read about mopping, so I'll limit myself to two observations:
1. My inner mopper is a purist. I mop with a "string" mop and my electric kettle. I start with a dry mop and a 2 liters of boiling water. I pour the water on the floor a bit at a time and wipe it up with the mop. That's it. Dries fast, cheap and gets off practically anything. I can always add a bit of bleach if absolutely needed (do I need to explain that we are still potty training?). I start at the clothes hamper in the kitchen and, by the time I'm done, I've worked my way around to the same spot. I pull the (now gross) head off the mop and dump it in the clothes hamper. I put on a new mop head and I have a feeling of grand accomplishment.
2. My inner mopper sings. Thank you Sandra Boynton. Every single time I ever mop, I sing to a jaunty nautical air (at least in my head):
Swab me hearties, swab!
It's a massive deck,
but what the heck,
it's part of a sailor's job!
So grab your bucket and grab your mop
And do what you must do.
Grab your pail and grab your mop
and swab it until you're through!
You can get the whole song ("The Crabby Song") here.
And that's probably more than you ever wanted to know about my inner mopper.