Forgive me hippies, for I have sinned.

I bought a Swiffer Wet Jet today. I’ll be handing over my natural organic hippie granola membership card over to the authorities asap.

I had had a Clorox ready mop a bunch of years ago and liked it because I could use my homemade cleaner in it and use old washcloths instead of the disposable pads. When it broke and I couldn’t find another one, I decided not to do the Swiffer because you have to use their solution which is very synthetic and smelly. I had always vowed not to buy into their hype.

But our old swish-in-a-bucket-type mop is getting pretty shabby and the Swiffer sang to me at Target (such a pretty little ditty). So $19 and 4 AA batteries later, I toddled off with the purple monstrosity in my basket. Shortly thereafter I found myself with a hefty case of buyer’s remorse.

Got home, freed the thing from its 10 ounces of plastic wrap cardboard and magic tape. Found a new batch of buyer’s remorse (how could I be taken in by this thing? It takes only NONrechargeable batteries, for Pete’s sake).

Ten minutes after that I witnessed my 8-year-old happily mopping the kitchen floor. If she continues to mop willingly, I’ll consider it money well-spent, even if the cleaner’s scent gives me a headache. Tylenol is cheap, after all.