We're all coming back to life from the oppressive, paralyzing heat, so I'm hoping for a surge of inspiration to get us back on top of things.
Yesterday I was quite quite stupendous in my successful maintenance of the abode while being gone 97% of the day. I love that my kids' worst crime is one errant Goldfish cracker, presumably swimming its way upstream to the garbage.
Today will likely see me in an encore presentation of local cleaning lady for a friend, which is a nice distraction, what with Todd taking the kids to space and shit every other day, and my aversion to hanging around by myself.
Before I go, I will need to:
-Make breakfast and clean entire kitchen.
-Wash linen laundry sorter liners.
-Scrub all sinks, bleach kitchen.
-Dust both computer areas.
-Put MORE clothes away, and figure out why I'm such a clothes horse, damn.
-Put on a carefully chosen playlist, lest I sob into something square, cotton, made of four corners...
-Con Quinn into vacuuming. Is it worth the $2.00? Hells yeah.
-Clean off back vanity.
FOR YOU, MY LOYAL FOLLOWERS:
-Here, drink this Kool-Aid. (Kidding.)
-Give your laundry an ultimatum.
-Fucking break all your dishes, eat off the shards, napkins, I've even known kids to eat oatmeal out of their hands.
-Spend ten minutes at your computer station.
-Ten minutes in your room.
-Ten minutes in your kids' room, and see if you can't grab some too-small clothes and McDonald's piece-of-shit toys.
-I challenge anyone with stairs to vacuum them, or sweep all the way down.
-Shake out/wash all rugs/mats.
-Clean all glass, hate me if you must.
-Clean as you go each of the 948576856 times you prepare meals.
-Give your living room a once-over and dust your tv so you can watch and fold happily.
*BONUS* Wipe down every appliance cord. Your brain will squeal, I promise.
(For those anti-clean-ites, ask Tami to come by and weed-whack all your shit and just shop vac up the debris. Also, Tami, what's with the foil? Do you not have curtains?)
Okay troops, drink your joe and get at it.