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I’m doing it, I got home and instantly started getting things off the kitchen floor, and now I’ve Swept the Floor.
It’s been so long that most of the dirt won’t come up with sweeping.
I think I’m going to take a scrub brush and a bucket and just crawl over the floor and scrub it, wipe that up with my mop, and then steam the floor. I think that’s my only way through this.
This is the culmination of a… three-year experiment? I forget, it’s when I first started going away to the farm to help with chicken slaughters. I got tired of sweeping the floor during my rare weekends home, and then coming back after weeks away and doing it again. So I just… stopped.
The experiment was how long it would be until Dude swept the floor.
The answer is: “Never.”
So, there’s the answer. It’s not like I’m surprised, or mad, or whatever. It’s just, there’s your empirical data: he does not care, and will not do it.
For the record, the cat also does not care and will not do it.
(I’ve spot-cleaned, if there’s been a spill, but that mostly just means that the heavily-trafficked areas are clean, and then everywhere that doesn’t get walked on is crusted-on dirt.)
The floor is made out of damaged, ancient, discolored linoleum, so it’s not like dirt ruins the Aesthetic™.
(The rest of the house has nice hardwood floors that badly need refinishing. There was clearly wall to wall carpet at some point, which someone before us took up rather skillfully, and the floors aren’t damaged, they’re just worn and original to the house.)
I have this fantasy that we’ll buy this house and get a tile floor in the kitchen, or at least nice linoleum. (They have, like, Pergo or whatever now.) And we’ll get rid of the gross linoleum in the bathroom too, which isn’t original but also isn’t really attached. I’d like a tile floor in the bathroom.
Someday. Maybe. Whatever.
I’m letting Dude finish making dinner before I try to scrub that damn floor.
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I’m doing it, I got home and instantly started getting things off the kitchen floor, and now I’ve Swept the Floor.
It’s been so long that most of the dirt won’t come up with sweeping.
I think I’m going to take a scrub brush and a bucket and just crawl over the floor and scrub it, wipe that up with my mop, and then steam the floor. I think that’s my only way through this.
This is the culmination of a… three-year experiment? I forget, it’s when I first started going away to the farm to help with chicken slaughters. I got tired of sweeping the floor during my rare weekends home, and then coming back after weeks away and doing it again. So I just… stopped.
The experiment was how long it would be until Dude swept the floor.
The answer is: “Never.”
So, there’s the answer. It’s not like I’m surprised, or mad, or whatever. It’s just, there’s your empirical data: he does not care, and will not do it.
For the record, the cat also does not care and will not do it.
(I’ve spot-cleaned, if there’s been a spill, but that mostly just means that the heavily-trafficked areas are clean, and then everywhere that doesn’t get walked on is crusted-on dirt.)
The floor is made out of damaged, ancient, discolored linoleum, so it’s not like dirt ruins the Aesthetic™.
(The rest of the house has nice hardwood floors that badly need refinishing. There was clearly wall to wall carpet at some point, which someone before us took up rather skillfully, and the floors aren’t damaged, they’re just worn and original to the house.)
I have this fantasy that we’ll buy this house and get a tile floor in the kitchen, or at least nice linoleum. (They have, like, Pergo or whatever now.) And we’ll get rid of the gross linoleum in the bathroom too, which isn’t original but also isn’t really attached. I’d like a tile floor in the bathroom.
Someday. Maybe. Whatever.
I’m letting Dude finish making dinner before I try to scrub that damn floor.
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