I’m writing this trapped on my sofa waiting for my sparkly floors to dry. A few months ago my Swiffer WetJet broke which gave me an excuse to buy Libman’s Freedom mop. I would often see their commercials and get oddly inspired to clean. It requires a bit more elbow grease, but I love that you don’t need batteries, you can use your own cleaner and the pads are washable.
Ryan’s mom is coming over for dinner tonight. She’s not the typical judgmental mother-in-law, but since we’re playing house/ getting married in 8 weeks and 1 day (eek!), I figured I’d clean a little extra today. She made a special request for my meat sauce for dinner, so I’ll be spending my night in a carb and red wine induced coma. I think I’ll use this as my excuse when I lose scrabble. Yep. I said when. I have no chance of winning when playing with Ryan and his mom. I’ll just be happy if I get 9 points with “mop”!