Despite the recent gift of the Roomba, which does significantly reduce the frequency of having to vacuum and mop, the filth on the floor led us to tackle the house today. Darlene did most of the other thankless chores, like srubbing toilets, bathrooms, and kitchens, while I set about the task of cleaning the floors.
This required a cursory pass with the upright vac to get the stuff the Roomba (which we've named Sonia, in honor of our fired housekeeper), followed by a laborious wet and dry mopping. After finding the usual bathtub used for dumping and refilling clogged with mop debris, I spent about twenty minutes with a combination of coat hangers, screwdrivers, and cursing cleaning it out.
Determined not to relive that experience, we decided to empty and fill the five-gallon mop bucket in the driveway with the hose. After several trips up and down the stairs in the garage with the bucket and realizing that I was reducing the coefficient of friction on an already steep driveway, the idea didn't sound so great any longer. Top that off with the realization that by sending the Pine Sol down the driveway, I was probably creating more iceburgs on Lake Travis, I'll have to rethink this method.
Four hours later I was rinsing the Pine Sol down the driveway to ensure that my wife, who left during a light drizzle, would be able to get back up the driveway on her way back. Fortunately, we're under a flash flood warning for the remainder of the day...
I don't really like mopping, but I do like clean floors. So hear me, makers of the Roomba, make a mopper!
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