Mopping

I hate mopping my floors. Absolutely hate it. I wait until the last possible moment to mop my kitchen floors. My sister always asks why my floor is always dirty. Well, it is because every time I DO mop, this happens:

This was about 20 minutes after I mopped the floor. Oooohhhhh. I was so livid! The culprit:

Jacob had found a bottle of kelly green puffy paint between the fridge and the wall, and decided it would be fun to paint all over the floor, his feet, his hands, and my carpet. I wanted to kill that child. This happened about a week ago, and although the green paint is mostly off the kitchen floor, I still haven't re-mopped it. Karma....I am destined to have dirty floors until the kids are gone. Well...at least Jacob.