This past weekend, I transmorghified from doctor to “Cute Patrol” officer. The Empress went away to a scrapbook retreat…and I attempted to prevent fires, explosions, poisonings, drownings and any of a thousand other disasters 4 kids can cause.
These previous 7 years of doctor training demanded much of my time, so almost by default, Empress and I fell into traditional June and George Cleaver roles. Thus, I’ve done a good amount of bread-winning but not much cooking, cleaning, laundering…you know, house-type stuff.
So you may imagine my surprise – really, my complete befuddlement – when I tried to mop the floor the other day and found not just a nice, traditional mop…but some contraption called a Swiffer.
A swiffer. The thing comes in a kit. Just to mop the dang floor.
People seem to think it’s a mop-upgrade. The Blackbriar (See: Bourne Ultimatum) of the Home Ec set. Subject the humble yarn or sponge on a stick to training in hand-to-hand combat, tactical driving and sharpshooting and you have your super-mop for the 21st century.
In my opinion, the thing is nothing more than a stick with a padded rectangular end. The user then places pre-wet paper towel-like cloths over the end and uses them to wipe down the floor.
Annoyingly (and expensively) each swiffer sheet lasts for something close to 18…swifs. That’s it. Then you need to re-swif your swiffer. Our little kitchen floor took 5 swiff sheets…and that’s only because I resented using another 2 sheets on such a small floor.
I don’t consider myself an old-fashioned guy. I blog. I recently put some tunes on my iPod. I even drop in at Facebook once in awhile. I’m not closet Amish or wistfully longing for those throw-back days of Planet of the Apes. But I do fondly remember the days when a little water, a tiny bit of PineSol in the sink, and a cheap sponge on a stick would clean vast square feet of kitchen floors.
Alas, the Empress has returned, displeased at such anachronistic longings. Let it be known that the Swiffer shall stay, and I will return to making the money that buys those continually-diminishing swiffer sheets. My irreverent and ignorant questions about how to best clean a house shall be overlooked…this time.
8 thoughts on “What’s With The Swiffer?”
Just think…..about 1-1/2 office visits reimbursements should cover the replacement box of swifs. 🙂
Man, I’m with you on preferring a mop. But if it took you 5 swiffs to clean your kitchen, either you live in an absurd mansion, or you’re doing it wrong!
Um, not the mansion.
And how tough can Swiffing BE? I shouldn’t need a PhD to pick up the technique. I’d think an M.D. would be good enough…but clearly I stand corrected.
The Empress uses TWO swiffer sheets to mop her floor…not five. We ARE in a recession you know!!
When I use the dry swiffer, I turn the sheet over and use the other side too. ….I have suffered a few cutting remarks from my know it all grown up children. But then I recycled before the current green people knew there was such a word as recycle.
There’s a DRY swiffer?
Now I’m really confused.
Yeah, wet swiffer = mop. Dry swiffer = broom. The latter is even crazier IMHO. It just saves you the work of leaning over to sweep your pile of debris into a dustpan.
nov. 2007: cleaned hardwood floors for thanksgiving dinner at my house, using the infamous swifter… following morning got out of bed, slipped going out of the bedroom- protect the head!! close eyes, down I went- left foot hit a vase it broke yes, a piece landed on my foot sliced open and not for the faint of heart, sliced nerves and tendons three months out of work ,surgery- pt -my 5000 dollar foot- anyone out there with a slip and fall because they used swifter on their floors ? All true Send e mail