When we moved in to this house the kitchen had a horrible white vinyl floor. We lived with it for six years, or so, but one day realized that it wouldn't take that much to rip it out and so we did.
Underneath we found a sturdy maple floor that needed a little lovin'.
Over the past five years I've lackadaisically paid attention to it, it does get a good scrub now and then, hands and knees style.
But it was still pretty grubby.
The kids have been camping with their grandparents all weekend, so we have been painting fiends. Both of their bedrooms and the downstairs bathroom have a fresh new look.
Now to touch up a few ceilings and paint the stairs to the porch, and I think we can call it a day.