Where's the reward...

Its not me, when we first moved into the house you could barely tell the floor was white. It looked more like almond with patches of black and brown. I told myself I wasn't going to scrub this floor that hard because its just going to get ripped out anyway. So once a week I would take my mop and clean up a bit, mostly the messes that we made during the week. Jeff would periodically get down on his hands and knees and scrub one spot. Usually nothing would happen. Today for the last hour I took my scrubbie and my vinegar and I scrubbed edges, corners, high traffic areas, grooves, dings and dents. It does look better more like Oreo cookie icecream but still awful. So floor I give up on you. I blame you and your stubbornness to release the dirt. My forefinger is raw with all the scrubbing. Floor, just to give you a heads up, you will be replaced with a nice brown vinyl in the following weeks ahead.