Oh Bissell steam mop, I love you

Our house has only hardwood floors, Yes, some winter mornings I worry about frostbite on my feet but I just take one look at them and all is forgiven.

Since the house was built in the 1930s, these floors have experienced a lot. Most recently, they've witnessed Madeline's potty training and her resilient propensity to knock over any glass within 30 feet.

(Sidenote: those of you with carpet? How in the world did you survive that stage?)

But while I love how easily spilt milk is cleaned up on a slick surface, I have struggled and struggled to deeply clean my floors.

To clarify, when I say struggled and struggled, I mean I closed my eyes and squirted Murphy's Oil Soap over my shoulder every now and then.

A broom just collects the dust bunnies and missing Disney Princess checker pieces. Wet mops seem to just smear the dirt and grime around. And mushed black beans are abundant here. Clearly, we need help.

One day after Christmas, Joe came home and said, "I love you so very much and I will now display my enduring love for you by buying an amazing contraption to make your life easier. Let's buy a steam mop."

Or maybe he just said, "I think we should buy a steam mop" but really? My blog, my story.

Anyways, he went out that night and returned home with a Bissell steam mop.

I've been in love ever since.

We were positively giddy the first time we used it. If any neighbors peeked in our house that night, they would have seen us enthralled by the hiss and heat of the rising steam.

And then came the moment when we flipped the mop head over to see how much dirt came off our floor.

Oh. My. Word.

Let's just say that baby earned its keep that night. Our floors were finally clean. Gloriously clean.

To quote my sister-in-law Janna after she borrowed our new baby, "The whole house smells like freshly-washed laundry without having anything to fold."

Seriously folks, it's THAT good.

You are all cordially invited to come over and eat off our floor.