After a long period of internal dithering among increasingly grimy floors, I finally broke and reached for my heart's cleaning desire, Method's Omop starter kit. It's basically one of those plastic-mop-with-removable cloth jobs, which I have been using for a few years now, being far too lazy for the old but effective bucket and mop, or the hands'n'knees drudgery -- even in the face of touch cleaning jobs, which believe me, I have.
My reticence to dispense elbow grease showed quite clearly on my floors. The wood was dingy and the tile had this caked-on clay coating from my attempts to clean up during our big construction job with a li'l ole wet Swiffer.
Ergo, I shelled out $32.99 at the grocery store, which gave me pause for months, before giving in to the Omop, which I bought in part because it's cute. (Home Shopping Network is selling them for far, far less, I discovered later.) A starter set includes the hard-plastic mop (of quite nice quality and a sexy curved shape), three biodegradable corn-based dry-mop sheets, a microfiber mop cover (washable) and a 14-oz container of the almond-smelling Wood for Good cleaner.
So, you squirt the cleaner over a small area, stick on the microfiber pad, and have to.
The mop head is large and not easy to steer, and the microfiber head initially snagged on my wood floors, probably because it couldn't move through the filth, though possibly because I squirted too much cleaner, because it smells so durn good. When it started rolling, though, the change was incredible -- the floor was smooth and shiny and a richer color, the wood of my dreams. I believe I may have made an audible moan, startling The Dude.
After you're done, you pop the microfiber thingie into the washer, assuming it isn't as absolutely filthy as mine was (it required some rinsing first). That's just about as easy as it gets, short of hosing the house down, which, believe me, is my ulimate goal. My next house will be hoseable.
Of course, being Method, the stuff is all nice and green, with no nasty petroleum-based surfectants, ammonia or other harsh cleaners.
The Verdict: Thrilling to the tips of my clean-even-barefoot toes.