I feel like a newborn...

This is my problem with showering. I'm all warm and comfy and eventually it has to end. If only I had a never-ending supply of hot water..THEN my life would be perfect. Although I must confess that I'd never leave the shower, thereby neglecting my poor child (can I also wish for a never-ending stream of Super Why?), my home (hmm..what else is new?) and the phone would never be answered, thus freaking Jack out because he's afraid of the "beep" the answering machine makes when someone leaves a message. It would really just be a whole situation. My (pretty priceless passing) point is that I'm always sad when it's time to emerge from the steamy warmth of my shower because, folks, it is COLD out there! Scott makes fun of me because if he's home, I'll hollar at him to turn up the thermostat so the heater kicks on and I'll be warm when the hot water runs out and I have to get out. It still ticks me off, though. I feel bad for newborn babies everywhere. No wonder Jack was nearly 2 weeks overdue and was going nowhere fast! It’s a cold, cold world!
So I'm cleaning the house today during Jack's nap (the one day I stay up to do housework instead of napping, he sleeps 3 hours!) and among my cleaning endeavors, I swept and mopped my floor. This is a huge moral dilemma for me. I didn't even OWN a mop until we moved into this house nearly 5 years ago. Like ever. I've always been a "scrub the floor on my hands and knees" kind of girl. Well, this house has a whole lot more linoleum than previous homes and it was taking a REALLY long time. I remember the day when I asked Scott, "Do you think it would be wrong to buy a mop?" It took him awhile to answer because he was laughing so hard. At me. The problem with mops, you see, is that you use them to mop up all manner of icky substances with no real way to disinfect them. Ewwwww...so I looked for a mop with a removable head that I could just toss in the washing machine with super hot water every now and again. Couldn't find one. I settled on an acceptable substitution and went on my merry mopping way. After awhile, I realized I've had this mop for a long time and there is no telling how many colonies of germs have established thriving metropolises (metropoli?) on the thing. Colonies that I am swishing around the floor in the room where we eat. Gross. But I couldn't bring myself to buy another mop, because I choose to spend our money on important things like ringtones and Chex Mix. But I ride bikes. So I used a mop that my mother in law (who has a very real QVC problem) got you-know-where. It's supposed to be this wonderful piece of cleaning equipment and it's named after a dude. Don someone or other. Well, it didn't possess the scrubbing power I like in a mop so I joined the rank of the Swiffers of the world. Purchased the Swiffer and the necessary accouterments (wet and dry refills) and came home with cleaning on my mind. I hid my disappointment well (it just seemed to me to push the dirt around, not actually pick it up, it also lacked the scrubbing goodness I really can't do without) until I just couldn't handle it anymore. I miss the smell of bleach and the sparkle of a freshly mopped floor. So I ventured to the Land Bountiful (read: Walmart) and purchased another mop. I'm still disappointed. I mean, seriously, who does a girl have to grope to find a good mop? For crap's sake! So I mopped with it anyway today (because we have puppies these days and boy are they messy!) and when I was done, I wrung it out and leaned it against the cupboard to dry off a little before putting it away. The bad thing, though, is that it left a little puddle on the floor, which spread to the mat and got the corner really wet. So later, I'm in the kitchen making Jack lunch and I step in said puddle. What is the point of my story? I HATE getting my feet wet when I'm wearing socks!