It's Groundhog Day and apparently we will have an early Spring. Virginia seems to have taken Punxutawney Phil to heart, because the weather today is b-e-a-u-t-i-f-u-l! 65 degrees, sunny, and mildly breezy. So in honor of that, and in horror of the mud, I kicked off my shoes and mopped the kitchen floor. (And you are blogging about that??)
See, the mud had apparently gotten completely out of hand. Yesterday I looked at my kitchen floor in disgust; the dogs had tracked muddy paw prints all over. I was disgusted with my dogs. But as I wiped those prints up, I discovered that what I thought was the color of the linoleum, was actually a nasty, red-brown skim-coat of dried mud. And I walk barefoot on that floor! I was now disgusted with myself.
So, yes, I mopped the floor. Three times, actually. What was once nasty, is now lovely. And I am keeping the Swiffer Wet Jet next to the door so that I can immediately clean up the mud prints from now on. I have been doing well on other self-made-promises this year; I am fairly confident I can keep this one, too.
Spring is coming, folks. I have a clean floor to prove it.