I Didn’t Know What To Clean Walls With
We all have those things that we do well and then those things that we just shouldn’t ever do. One of the things that I can cross off my list of should do’s is painting. No matter how hard to try to get those lines straight, to put tape on the lines, or to make … Continue reading I Didn’t Know What To Clean Walls With
We all have those things that we do well and then those things that we just shouldn’t ever do. One of the things that I can cross off my list of should do’s is painting. No matter how hard to try to get those lines straight, to put tape on the lines, or to make it even, it just ends up looking like my two-year-old did it. The good news is that I married a man who is a contractor. He not only can paint, he can do it well. Painting is now something that I leave up to him and I have promised him never to pick up a brush again.
My huge mistake
So, the other day I made a huge mistake. I looked at our walls and the staircase leading upstairs and all I could see was the hand prints on the walls, the crayon that my daughter thought was a good idea and the other various forms of schmuck. I had this great idea that if I took a rag and some cleaning stuff I could make the walls look brand new. Mind you, the walls are virtually new, my husband just painted the entire home last year when we had it redone.
I picked up a rag with water and soap and I began to brush the walls furiously, giving it some real elbow grease. What were my results? Absolutely nothing. Not a single mark had been eradicated, not a single mark had been erased. That only left me more frustrated looking for a way to make my walls shine again. I quickly went to the place under the kitchen cabinets where the secret things lie. Taking out a magic eraser, I didn’t think to read what it had to say, or to take the time to listen to that little voice inside me saying “you shouldn’t do that”. I just assumed it was a product that was on the “what to clean walls with” list.
I wet the first eraser and quickly got to work scrubbing the nonsense from the walls. After about ten minutes I looked back to find the fruits of my hard work were paying off and paying off well. All those handprints that I could see just a couple of hours ago were completely gone. The walls were still wet so although it was a bit darker where I scrubbed, it all looked good. I finished the wall, spot checking where I needed to take off the grime and then I quickly left to pick the kids up from school. So happy with my choice about what to clean walls with.
After going to the grocery store for dinner, I was excited to walk through the door and see that the place had been cleaned. I wanted to see the look on my husband’s face that, although I was no good at painting, I could do a valiant effort at cleaning. When I walked in the front door, all I could see was disappointment on my husband’s face. He had gotten home before me and had seen the wonderful cleaning job that I did.
What he also saw, that I didn’t was the finished product. The paint was much lighter in the places where I had used the sponge. I had made a huge mess that he was going to have to repair, again. So, I have given up on knowing what to clean walls with.
Author: Agata Boniek