To All the Mops I've Loved Before

To be completely honest, my husband and I have battled over mops throughout the years. He doesn't mop, but he thinks he know which mops are the best. He'll see one, buy it, and then mumble when I complain about it and refuse to use it.

Do I love to mop? Certainly not. However, I don't love having a mop and wringer-bucket contraption that's large enough and sturdy enough to store in a school's custodian's closet either. And we had one of those for a while. It was heavy and yellow and lots of fun to haul up the basement steps.

There is a mop I love. It's kind of fun to wring out, and it's lightweight. Joni Mitchell wrote, "You don't know what you got 'til it's gone" but I didn't miss Big Yellow when I got rid of him. CS & N sang, "Love the one you're with," and as much as you can love a mop, I love the one we have.

Are you curious? Do you wonder what cleaning instrument pleases me? Maybe not. But maybe you're curious about how I reflected on writing, when thinking of housecleaning.

If you are, check out my post at The Muffin.