A Cinderella Moment

The kitchen floor in our current rented home is - or once was - white linoleum.  I hate it.  It is disgusting.  Instead of white it is more a coat of many colors that grease and grime gave to me.  I've tried every cleaner on the market and even purchased a steam cleaner, but it never gets any less dingy.

Today while cleaning the kitchen I decide that I should do some old fashion brush and scrub on my knees to improve the floors appearance.  Here is a quiz for you, after deciding my course of action did I:

A. change into a Cinderella-esque  costume
B. Change into old sweats and tank top
C.  Just pull of my pants and do it in my undies

If you guessed C you either know me too well or are kinda perverted.  I couldn't risk having an A.D.D moment and losing momentum by going into another room.  So down on my knees in my skivvies with a brush and pot of really hot water, seriously like burning hot, I begin my medieval attack on the floor.

30 minutes later and half the floor to go, I loose steam and decide the brush and mop need to have a death match.  I do the rest of the floor with the same cleaning ingredients, but with a mop instead of the brush. The second half took all of five minutes.  Upon inspection of the outcome, I have decided this:

Cinderella's fairy-god mother was a BITCH.  She should have given her a mop.  There is no difference between the two sides of my floor.  Cinderella could have cut her work load in half, had time to hire out her services in order to make some money and buy a pair of properly fitting shoes.  I mean really how do we even know this Prince was in fact "charming"?  What if he turned out to be Henry VIII?  A mop would have looked pretty good to Anne Boleyn I bet.

In conclusion, I have this to say to all you ladies:  Don't lose your head.  Use a mop!