When we lived in Northern Minnesota, winter was winter. It went below freezing in October and didn't get above freezing until March. And once the thawing began, we called it Mud Season, the season between winter and spring. Now living in St. Louis, we don't have a designated Mud Season. It freezes. It thaws. It freezes. It thaws. So, every other week is full of mud.
The other thing about where we lived in Minnesota was that culturally, you did not wear your shoes in the house. It was considered rude to not immediately take your shoes off at someone's front door. Many times, the hosts would have a little basket filled with slippers to slip on when you came in. It was quite cozy. But, not having been raised with this cultural norm, and possessing extremely funky smelling feet, I was a little unnerved by this practice, even though it made complete practical sense. Now, when I go to someone's house during winter, I usually bring my own pair of slippers and slip them on at the front door.
I wish the practicality of removing your shoes at the front door was a culturally acceptable one here. But where we live now, it would be considered rude to ask to someone to remove their shoes. It is a level of intimacy and vulnerability that is out of the current, collective comfort zone. And frankly, I don't have the wherewithal to retrain myself and my entire family. Not to mention I don't think Humphrey would keep his slippers on. So instead, you best keep your shoes on at my house because I cannot be responsible for your socks. At my door I have this:
My kingdom for a mud room!!
We have discussed how the name of the man who rehabbed our house has become an epithet, and that follows true on our first floor floors. He put in all new hardwood that gleamed and shone during the walk-through, but quickly after moving in, they showed themselves as the cheapest, crappiest wood floors he could have purchased. There is virtually no finish and that is especially true in the kitchen since I wash the floor regularly. Unfortunately, I also had an addiction to a certain super-convenient spray mop with lots of trash associated with it. This cleaner was destroying the already crappy floor I had. But, ohhhhh the convenience!
The first time I used Simply Floored, I could not believe how lovely it smelled. It has this subtle, comfortable minty smell. Not a harsh cold mint, but a warm, homey-feeling mint. And then, it was just not that big of a deal to use. Just a squirt onto the floor, and mop with a damp microfiber cloth and done. And after using it and looking at my floors, I was shocked by the clean, light sheen to them. Once again, after using Better Life products, I could not believe what I was letting pass for clean. This is going to sound absolutely ridiculous, but nonetheless, my floors looked happy and healthy. They kind of glowed.
There was no residue. No film. No waxiness. Just the beautiful wood.
I was blown away. (Now, after this particular muddy mess, it looked fine after mopping, but I did rinse my microfiber cloth and mop over it again because of the extra mud.)
And by the way, the convenience of a certain spray mop, can be had without all the waste. I have been using this one and couldn't be happier. I just fill the reservoir with Simply Floored! and go. I also like that the sprayer is manual and not battery powered. I also really like their Microfiber Floor Mop because I don't have to buy pricey pads. I buy a pack of 10 microfiber cloths at the warehouse store for less than $10. Then I can wet one, fold it in half, and tuck it into the corner grabber-hole thingys. This is incredibly economical and easy to use. All the right tools to combat Mud Season.