It was my plan to get some writing done today, including a blog post. First on my list, though, was a little spring-cleaning.
I did 10 loads of laundry. I even put them away (for two weeks I had had three laundry baskets full of clean clothes on my bedroom floor that I kept rifling through for clean underwear). I started with clothes and then did sheets, and several loads of rugs, blankets, and stuff that doesn’t usually get washed.
I did all of the floors in my house.
I cleaned both bathrooms, and did this fun project (I read about it on Pinterest): I haven’t been able to get the soap scum off the shower since I moved in. I was showering next to someone else’s soap scum and I had to do cartwheels in my head every morning so that I didn’t get too sicked out to get in the shower. The trick I read about was like magic. Using equal parts white vinegar and blue Dawn dish soap (heated for 1 minute in the microwave) I sprayed it on my shower and let it sit for two hours. Then I wiped (read that, no scrubbing) it down with a scrubby sponge and rinsed it off. My tile is clean for the first time in a year. That’s it. It. Was. Awesome. I was thinking about renting a power washer (I'm not kidding) and if that didn't work then I was going to have to have it re-tiled. It was that bad.
I changed four light bulbs, and successfully broke the upstairs light fixture, making a big mess, but also an excuse to replace it which is good, because it was ugly. Luckily it was before I did the floors.
I cooked dinner, then opened up a can on my kitchen. I wiped down every surface.
Then, I gave Arthur a bath, took a shower, put the clean sheets back on my bed, and promptly got in it, even though it was only 7:30. I’m exhausted. I’m too tired to write anything more than bragging.
I actually shouldn’t brag…now that you know that I spent hours cleaning you know how disgusting it was beforehand. Yikes.