Slippery When Wet
Scrubbing the Floor The house is being mopped again to the tune of Billy Idol. We have lived in this house for four months and it has been mopped more times than my living spaces were mopped total in the past fifteen years. We even bought a mop bucket. I guess my orange Home Depot 5 gallon just doesn’t cut it in domestic life. But that’s what it is like living with someone who believes in cleanliness. Most days, I come home from work covered head to toe in sawdust, tile shavings, foam insulation or grout. There is so often so much dirt in my shoes that I leave footprints in my socks. Living without plumbing for four years, I just became accustomed to a certain level of dustiness. But now that I have moved up in the world into a real house with a shower, I don’t have an excuse for living in filth. I jest, but it isn’t that bad to live in a clean house. There is less dog hair on my clothes. Fewer dust bunnies emerging from beneath the furniture to claim more territory. Less spider we