I'm writing this post just to let you know how dumb white tile floors are.
We have a wonderful kitchen. It is big and will one day be beautiful. There are lots of cabinets (but I think we could still use more), lots of space in the middle for an island one day, and sparkly white tile floors. Oh wait, did I say sparkly? Ummm, well maybe they sparkle once a week...for like 5 minutes. Then the dog will walk through the kitchen and all of a sudden I feel like I need to get the swiffer out. EVERY time the dog walks through the kitchen I feel like I need to get the swiffer out. He doesn't really shed all that much, but the white tile shows EVERY SINGLE HAIR!
The only time that the stupid white floor doesn't show how many times we walk through the kitchen each day is when I wear socks and intentially drag my feet so I can catch whatever extra fluff is floating arround the floor. When someone walks through with shoes there is usually a little gift left from the shoe to the floor as one exits. When Sean cooks there's usually a little funk under the stove. When I wash dishes there's usually a little funk near the mat infront of the sink. I guess the good thing about the white floor is now I realize how much of a mess we've always been making. I just really don't appreciate it the way I maybe should. I like a little mystery.
There are days when I could sweep the floor 10x. I usually give up at 2x, but today...I'm not going to do it at all. There!