Sheltering in Place – Day 45

Today I decided to wash my kitchen floor. I was tired of looking at it and hoping it could go until we have the ladies back to clean.  Throwing down a wet paper towel on a coffee stain and rubbing your foot back and forth on the floor only gets you so far. And then there was the odd Cheerio that would crunch under my foot as I traversed the kitchen. The final blow came when Ellie, the cat, threatened to call the SPCA to report her living conditions. I had to face it. It was time to wash the kitchen floor. It did not go well. Initially, I couldn’t find the mop. And when I did find it buried in the back of the laundry room, I couldn’t find any cleaning liquid. I was desperate. Then I got the bright idea — and you may find this hard to believe — of using warm soapy water. Wait! Hear me out first before you judge me harshly. Because this approach actually seemed to work. True, I didn’t use Formula 409…

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