My floor is clean!
Ok, it’s not all clean…. but I cleaned up that splatter of baby spew that had been beside the couch for longer than I care to confess.
I got this funky new Rubbermaid Reveal Mop in the mail the other day, and my hard wood floors have never been this clean!
It’s very cool… well as cool as a mop is ever going to get.
It has this little bottle that you can fill with water and whatever floor cleaning substance floats your boat (in my case my ship sails for a bit of good old vinegar and splash of lavender). Then you pull the trigger and it squirts the above concoction on the floor right in front of where you are going to mop! No bucket! Genius!
It’s also got one of those fancy micro fibre heads that you can take off and chuck in the washing machine, and a really nice long, strong and substantial handle….
Now that’s an important point, because up until last Friday I was mopping (or not) my floors with an old rag, held on to the broken handle of an old swiffy floor cleaner thingy, with two hair elastics. And I can tell you, the stick part was too short and just not up to the job of scrubbing four kids worth of crap off our floors.
I’m finding it very handy for spot cleaning spills because it is all right there ready to go, just squirt squirt and that patch of unidentified sticky stuff is gone,
So while I feel somewhat smug about the cleanliness of my lovely hard wood floors now, and while I do have a lot of good things to say about this magical new mop, I am perhaps not actually qualified to review it in the first place. I imagine you need something other than an old rag and some hair elastics to compare it to, and I may or may not have had erase some texta and a stray noodle from the image above…
But I don’t care, because I’ve got me a new mop and so far the novelty has not worn off and my floors are getting cleaner by the minute!
You can get all high on domestic bliss and get your hands on one of these new Rubbermaid Reveal Mops too! (please note that links to the US rubbermaid site, the Australian site will be live soon) They are available in selected Bunnings stores for $39.95 but you could win one!
To win a Rubbermaid Reveal Mop leave a comment on this post telling me about the worst thing you’ve ever had to clean up.
Entries close this Saturday January 29th and are open to Australian residents only. The winner will be drawn randomly and notified via email – so make sure you leave a valid email address. (If the winner does not make contact within 7 days the competition will be re-drawn)
*** This give away is now closed. Congratulations to Kate who won the Rubbermaid Reveal Mop***
I was not paid to write this post. I received a complimentary Reveal Mop courtesy of Rubbermaid Australia via Aussie Mummy Bloggers and Porter Noveli. All opinions expressed are purely my own.
I’m not sure whether this falls into the category of ‘clean up’, but I sure as hell donned a pair of gloves or two and held my breath for it. On that basis, I think it qualifies. I warn you in advance that this is not a pretty story, and if you have a weak stomach now would be the time to turn the page. However, it is 100% true, and something I never thought I would ever, EVER have to do…
This all happened on a day that I wasn’t feeling too good so decided to take the day off work. In hindsight, it’s lucky I did. The first clean-up event happened at about 11am, when our dear dog Millie (who was also a bit off-colour that morning) threw up her entire breakfast on the kitchen floor. You’d be surprised how far two scoops of dog food will spread, especially when half-digested. ‘No biggie’ I told myself, as I got down on hands and knees with a pair of gloves, a roll of paper towel and the bottle of Nifty to clean up the mess. The hardest part of the procedure was fending off the dog who was instinctively trying to make the evidence disappear.
A bit later I was standing at the kitchen window observing Millie dog going about her daily business outside. As I was watching the world go by, sun shining, birds singing, I noticed that things weren’t going so well for Millie. She was looking quite distressed and…well… seemed to have grown a second tail.
So for the second time that day I pulled on the gloves and went to the aid of the dog. The operation was quite simple. Deep breath, real tail in one hand, other tail in the other hand and pull gently. It kept coming, and coming and coming and coming. Eventually it slithered into a heap on the ground. One-entire-leg-of-a-pantyhose. That thing was a good two metres long, fully stretched.
Needless to say, the dog looked mighty relieved and the reason for her bellyache became apparent. Oh, so apparent.
And I have become so much more careful about where I leave my smalls…
All ready to go to Church on a Sunday
“Where’s the baby” I say to my husband …
searching searching. Find him in the laundry … sitting in the cat box … eating … cat poo! And most of it smeared all over the floor. That would have to be the worst thing I’ve had to ever clean quickly (to get to Church on time) and believe me its not easy to get that smell out of little baby hands and mouth … I do remember retching a few times while trying to clean him!
Aside from the standard baby vomit, exploded nappies (of both varieties) etc etc… I think the hardest was when my gorgeous toddler coloured in our grey grout between our chocolate coloured tiles with orange and red crayon… and not of the washable variety!….
It came out but I killed multiple clothes and basically sanded off my nails in the process :(
I have a double whammy for you Kate, and being a mother of twins I just know you will sympathize with me! Just before Christmas the twins both got sick and were piling up all over my nice clean rug, chunky toast bits and all, well the smell was rank as you could imagine and imagine being down there an your hands and knees with a bucket of cleaning stuff, kids puke and it was all to much for this mumma, and I was off to the toilet to have my own vomit! Which of course I then had to clean up!! Not fun!!
I could handle the nappies with the consistency of beer froth that oozed EVERYWHERE when Lou was a baby… even the vomit after hubby’s big night out that somehow sprayed all over the hallway walls and ceiling but I think the absolute worst was coming home to find that our sick puppy had pooed all over the house… Puppy diarrhea *shudder* thinking about it still makes me want to hurl!