Spring Cleaning

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 dusted.

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.