A home is an oasis and a haven for many people. But a lot of common errors are committed that might eventually destroy a house. These are 12 things not to do in order to maintain a tidy and functional home.
1. Use Cleaners with Caution
When used on an inappropriate surface, most cleaners—even multi-surface cleaners—can harm furniture and other home items. For instance, grout in bathtubs, showers, floors, and countertops shouldn’t be cleaned with toilet bowl cleansers. The strong acid content of these cleansers will eventually erode the caulking. Try a homemade solution instead, made with dish soap, hydrogen peroxide, and baking soda. Just make up a mixture, let it soak for at least five minutes, and then use a grout brush or an old toothbrush to scrape the dirt away.
2. Avoid Direct Spraying
It takes a lot of energy to clean surfaces like floors, counters, and appliances, and it is annoying when dirt seems to be left behind. But it can be a film that the cleaners left behind instead of dirt or grime. Instead of spraying the area, use a towel or mop to directly avoid any leftover film or stickiness.
3. Take a Shower Before Leaving
After taking a shower, walking about drenched spreads bacteria far and wide. It may eventually begin to distort the floor or leak beneath, which would lead to the growth of mold. It’s preferable to completely dry off before getting out of the bath or shower.
4. Humidity in Hardwood
Just like dripping shower water can harm the floor, using excessive amounts of water when mopping the floors can also be harmful. In particular, excessive moisture exposure causes warping and damage to hardwood flooring. Try using an oil soap and water mixture or a cleaner designed specifically for hardwood floors while mopping them, being careful not to soak the floors completely in water.
5. Remember the Fan
Most bathrooms and kitchens include exhaust fans, which are functional fixtures. They not only assist prevent mold growth but also purify the air by eliminating contaminants. After a steamy bath or shower, exhaust fans assist remove moisture from the bathroom, which is fantastic news for those who live in extremely humid areas.
6. Wetness in Unexpected Areas
Although most people are aware that bathrooms are ideal sites for mold to develop due to the high volume of water and steam used there, other areas may also be home to some rather unsavory microorganisms. Bacteria thrive in warm, humid, and dark environments. Therefore, the ideal environments for the growth of bacteria and mold are found in toilet or toothbrush holders. Before storing them, it’s a good idea to let them air dry to reduce the formation of bacteria and dangerous pathogens. Another material that provides the perfect habitat for bacterial growth is fabric. Towels should therefore be hung to dry rather than placed in a basket or on the ground. Additionally, to avoid bacterial development, hand towels, rugs, and show towels should be cleaned or sterilized every few weeks.
7. Use Vinegar With Caution
Although vinegar is a great cleaner substitute, some gadgets may be harmed by it. For instance, the high acidity of vinegar might harm dishwasher rubber components. Using vinegar on granite countertops is another situation where it’s not the best cleaning option because it can remove the sealant.
8. Most People Get in bed too early.
Even though making the bed every morning is a wonderful habit, you should hold off for a little bit. Before making the bed, give it a little time to air out to reduce the growth of bacteria and odor-causing bacteria as well as perspiration accumulation.
9. Making Use of a Sponge
Meats and vegetables, in particular, contain a multitude of dangerous bacteria that can spread from one surface to another and land on sponges and wash towels. Consequently, hydrogen peroxide is a more efficient way to eradicate bacteria from cutting boards and won’t contaminate sponges or other areas in the kitchen.
10. Keep the Sun Out of Your Home
Unquestionably, the sun is a superpower that nourishes both our bodies and souls. Doctors advise wearing sunscreen because, well, it’s quite harmful. However, furniture can also sustain damage from the sun’s rays. To avoid overexposing furniture to the sun, it is therefore a good idea to close curtains and blinds when leaving the house.
11. Using a Sweep rather than a Vacuum
Using a broom to sweep the floor might aid in removing some dust and pet hair. Nevertheless, extra dust is frequently dispersed when cleaning and then emptying a dustpan. Instead, even on hard floors, a vacuum will gather dust and debris.
12. Avoid overfilling anything
It’s easy to overstock pantries, closets, and storage beneath the house with all of your favorite items. But this could lead to a lot of issues with your house. Airflow can be obstructed by overcrowding, which is inefficient and expensive. However, it can also retain moisture, harming the structural integrity of the house. Moreover, excessive weight in closets might result in similar issues since it can harm the walls.
I Picked Up an Old Man on a Lonely Winter Highway – Letting Him Stay the Night Changed My Life Forever
On a snowy Christmas Eve, I saw an old man trudging along the icy highway, clutching a battered suitcase. Against my better judgment, I stopped, and that single act of kindness led to a life-changing truth and an unexpected bond that would transform my family forever.
It was Christmas Eve, and the highway stretched out before me, cold and silent under the weight of snow. The trees on either side loomed dark, their branches heavy with frost.
A car driving at night | Source: Midjourney
All I could think about was getting home to my two little ones. They were staying with my parents while I wrapped up a work trip. It was my first big assignment since their father had walked out on us.
He left us for someone else, someone from his office. The thought of it still stung, but tonight wasn’t about him. Tonight was about my kids, their bright smiles, and the warmth of home.
A man walking along the highway | Source: Midjourney
The road curved sharply, and that’s when I saw him. My headlights caught the figure of an old man walking on the shoulder of the highway. He was hunched over, carrying a battered suitcase, his steps slow and labored.
Snowflakes swirled around him, clinging to his thin coat. He reminded me of my grandpa, long gone but never forgotten.
An elderly man with a suitcase | Source: Midjourney
I pulled over, the tires crunching against the icy shoulder. For a moment, I just sat there, gripping the wheel, second-guessing myself. Was this safe? Every scary story I’d ever heard flashed through my mind. But then I opened the window and called out.
“Hey! Do you need help?”
A woman talking in her car | Source: Midjourney
The man paused and turned toward me. His face was pale, his eyes sunken but kind. He shuffled closer to the car.
“Ma’am,” he rasped, his voice barely audible over the wind. “I’m trying to get to Milltown. My family… they’re waiting for me.”
“Milltown?” I asked, frowning. “That’s at least a day’s drive from here.”
He nodded slowly. “I know. But I gotta get there. It’s Christmas.”
A sad elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, glancing back at the empty highway. “You’ll freeze out here. Get in.”
“You sure?” His voice was cautious, almost wary.
“Yes, just get in. It’s too cold to argue.”
He climbed in slowly, clutching his suitcase like it was the most precious thing in the world.
A sad man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Thank you,” he murmured.
“I’m Maria,” I said as I pulled back onto the road. “And you are?”
“Frank,” he replied.
Frank was quiet at first, staring out the window as snowflakes danced in the beam of the headlights. His coat was threadbare, his hands red from the cold. I turned up the heater.
A serious man in a car | Source: Midjourney
“Milltown’s a long way,” I said. “Do you really have family there?”
“I do,” he said, his voice soft. “My daughter and her kids. Haven’t seen ’em in years.”
“Why didn’t they come get you?” I asked before I could stop myself.
Frank’s lips tightened. “Life gets busy,” he said after a pause.
A serious woman driving a car | Source: Midjourney
I bit my lip, sensing I’d hit a nerve. “Milltown’s too far to reach tonight,” I said, trying to change the subject. “You’re welcome to stay at my place. My parents’ house. It’s warm, and my kids would love the company.”
He smiled faintly. “Thank you, Maria. That means a lot.”
A man with a faint smile in a car | Source: Midjourney
After that, we drove in silence, the hum of the heater filling the car. By the time we reached the house, snow was falling harder, covering the driveway in a thick white blanket. My parents greeted us at the door, their faces lined with concern but softened by the holiday spirit.
Frank stood in the entryway, clutching his suitcase tightly. “This is too kind,” he said.
A man sitting in the entryway | Source: Midjourney
“Nonsense,” my mother said, brushing snow off his coat. “It’s Christmas Eve. No one should be out in the cold.”
“We’ve got a guest room ready,” my dad added, though his tone was cautious.
Frank nodded, his voice cracking as he whispered, “Thank you. Truly.”
A sweet elderly woman talking to a man | Source: Midjourney
I led him to the guest room, my heart still wrestling with questions. Who was Frank, really? And what brought him to that lonely stretch of highway tonight? As I closed the door behind him, I resolved to find out. But for now, there was Christmas to celebrate. The answers could wait.
The next morning, the house was filled with the scent of fresh coffee and cinnamon rolls. My kids, Emma and Jake, burst into the living room in their pajamas, their faces lit up with excitement.
Happy kids on Christmas morning | Source: Freepik
“Mom! Did Santa come?” Jake asked, his eyes darting to the stockings hung by the fireplace.
Frank shuffled in, looking more rested but still clutching that suitcase. The kids froze, staring at him.
“Who’s that?” Emma whispered.
“This is Frank,” I said. “He’s spending Christmas with us.”
Mother talking to her daughter on Christmas | Source: Midjourney
Frank smiled gently. “Merry Christmas, kids.”
“Merry Christmas,” they chorused, curiosity quickly replacing shyness.
As the morning unfolded, Frank warmed up, telling the kids stories about Christmases from his youth. They listened, wide-eyed, hanging on his every word. Tears welled up in his eyes when they handed him their crayon drawings of snowmen and Christmas trees.
“These are beautiful,” he said, his voice thick. “Thank you.”
A child’s drawing | Source: Midjourney
Emma tilted her head. “Why are you crying?”
Frank looked at me, took a deep breath, then back at the kids. “Because… I have to tell you something. I haven’t been honest.”
I tensed, unsure of what was coming.
“I don’t have a family in Milltown,” he said quietly. “They’re all gone now. I… I ran away from a nursing home. The staff there… they weren’t kind. I was scared to tell you. Scared you’d call the police and send me back.”
A thoughful man in a hat | Source: Pexels
The room fell silent. My heart ached at his words.
“Frank,” I said softly, “you don’t have to go back. We’ll figure this out together.”
My kids looked up at me, their innocent eyes wide with questions. My mother’s lips tightened, her expression unreadable, while my father leaned back in his chair, hands folded, as though trying to process what we’d just heard. “They mistreated you?” I asked finally, my voice trembling.
A shocked woman in a festive hat | Source: Pexels
Frank nodded, looking down at his hands. “The staff didn’t care. They’d leave us sitting in cold rooms, barely fed. I… I couldn’t take it anymore. I had to get out.”
Tears welled in his eyes, and I reached over, placing a hand on his. “You’re safe here, Frank,” I said firmly. “You’re not going back there.”
Frank looked at me, tears streaming down his face. “I don’t know how to thank you.”
A crying elderly man | Source: Pexels
“You don’t have to,” I said. “You’re part of this family now.”
From that moment on, Frank became one of us. He joined us for Christmas dinner, sitting at the table as though he’d been there all along. He shared life stories, from his days as a young man working odd jobs to his late wife, whose love for art had brightened their small home.
A Christmas dinner | Source: Freepik
The days that followed were filled with joy, but I couldn’t ignore the truth about the nursing home. The thought of others enduring what Frank had described gnawed at me. After the holidays, I sat him down.
“Frank, we need to do something about what happened to you,” I said.
He hesitated, looking away. “Maria, it’s in the past. I’m out now. That’s what matters.”
A man talking to a young woman | Source: Midjourney
“But what about the others still there?” I pressed. “They don’t have anyone to speak up for them. We can help.”
Together, we filed a formal complaint. The process was grueling, requiring endless paperwork and interviews. Frank relived painful memories, his voice shaking as he described the neglect and cruelty he’d endured.
A woman oragnizing documents | Source: Freepik
Weeks later, the investigation concluded. The authorities found evidence of widespread neglect and abuse at the facility. Several staff members were fired, and reforms were implemented to ensure the residents’ safety and dignity. When Frank received the news, his relief was palpable.
“You did it, Frank,” I said, hugging him. “You’ve helped so many people.”
A woman hugging an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
He smiled, his eyes bright with unshed tears. “We did it, Maria. I couldn’t have done this without you. But… I don’t know if I ever could go back there.” I smiled. “You don’t have to.”
Life settled into a new rhythm after that. Frank’s presence became a cornerstone of our household.
A happy elderly man | Source: Pexels
He filled a void none of us had realized existed. For my kids, he was the grandfather they’d never known, sharing wisdom and laughter in equal measure. And, for me, he was a reminder of the power of kindness and the unexpected ways life can bring people together.
One evening, as we sat by the fireplace, Frank excused himself and returned with his suitcase. He then pulled out a painting, carefully wrapped in cloth and plastic. It was a vibrant piece, alive with color and emotion.
A woman holding a small painting | Source: Freepik
“This,” he said, “belonged to my wife. She adored it. It’s by a renowned artist and… it’s worth quite a lot.”
I stared at him, stunned. “Frank, I can’t—”
“Yes, you can,” he interrupted. “You’ve given me a family when I thought I’d never have one again. This painting can secure your children’s future. Please, take it.”
A shocked woman talking an elderly man | Source: Midjourney
I hesitated, overwhelmed by his generosity. But the earnestness in his eyes left no room for refusal. “Thank you, Frank,” I whispered, tears spilling over. “We’ll honor this gift.”
The painting did indeed change our lives. We sold it, the proceeds ensuring financial stability for my children and allowing us to expand our home. But more than that, Frank’s presence enriched our lives in ways no money ever could.
A happy grandfather with his grandchildren | Source: Freepik
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