Retired Arkansas Home Builder Assaulted by Blogger Tired of Mopping White Floors

I have mentioned before that I’m not a cleaner. But today, I am briefly going to share my frustration at possibly the worst home décor choice in the free world.

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Behold my kitchen. It’s amazing, right? We bought this house about 18 months ago, and when I saw this kitchen, it was love at first sight. I knew we would do lots of living in here, and we do. This house was built in 1998, so there are some things I would love to change about the kitchen (replacing the laminate countertops, installing a good-looking backsplash, buying stainless appliances if the other white appliances ever die)…but these are also things I can live with. They aren’t deal-breakers, and since I would rather send our kids to college than have granite countertops in our huge kitchen, I’m happy to deal.

But (don’tcha know there is always a “but.”) BUT…….. I would love to cheerfully, murderously, not-even-feel-bad-about-it-and-possibly-stand-there-and-drink-a-beer-over-his-dead-body choke whichever home-building jackhole decided that white tile was a good idea for this kitchen. Yep, the white tile keeps it nice and airy. It reflects the natural light from the beautiful windows.

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And the white tile, while reflecting natural light, blah, blah, blah… can only remain clean for approximately 28 seconds in my family. That’s it. We have also already established that my husband Jeff has a much lower tolerance for home disgustingness than I do, but we both chip in and mop this floor about…wait for it…three times per week. Why?!? Because 28 seconds after I put the mop away and the water is drained from the sink, someone I’ve given birth to or a four-legged child will come skidding through the kitchen in shoes on the not-yet-dry floor, thus putting wet dirty footprints (or pawprints) on the white floor.

Spill something? We spill stuff All. The. Time. Lexi, our golden retriever, is the best first-responder in any household accident involving food (let’s be honest, she even causes a few), but she is on it. She follows the kids around just hoping one of them will leave a Hansel-and-Gretel trail of food behind so she can swipe it up. And still it’s not enough. Little dark-edged stains of Capri-Sun-and-milks-past dot the maddeningly white floor. Dropped food leaves plop marks, even if we follow the 3-second rule. I shudder to think what the floor would look like if not for my friendly, sweet, 70-pound vacuum cleaner.

Here in Arkansas, we’ve had a long bout with bad weather, and that, too, makes my kitchen impossible. For example, Sarah absolutely must be at her elementary school by 8:10am to avoid being tardy (although she wants to be there much earlier! a nerd like me!!), and this morning, I let the 70-pound vacuum cleaner out back to do her business in the yard. When she came in, this happened.

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Yep, that’s a trail of muddy pawprints leading in a perfect figure-8 around the kitchen floor that Jeff mopped yesterday. I couldn’t catch her to send her back outside until she had done a full lap around the entire kitchen. When did she do this? 7:59am. We flirted with elementary school tardiness this morning, for sure.

I go to my friends’ houses and see kitchen floors like this, and either want to keel over with jealousy or grab a giant jackhammer and go to town on my white floor.

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Why? Because this tan floor, friends, is both beautiful and it’s the color of dirt. Dirt is a color I know all too well, and let’s just say that I might have lower blood pressure if my floor could be the color of dirt. (Hmm…must ask Jeff’s insurance company if they would cover the cost of the kitchen floor renovation to avoid sending me to the hospital with chest pains?)

Until then, I’m going to bide my time, find out which jackhole builder approved white tile in my kitchen, and do something awful to his vehicle. I hope his work truck will be white because then I will put black ink on my cat’s feet and throw her on his hood.

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