MANIC CLEANING SATURDAY!

It never ceases to amaze me, nor piss me off, that I can scour, cull, banish, and sneak kidstuffs OUT of this house, and if I so much as go out to dinner, new and uninvited clutter will emerge from God-knows-where to mock me and undermine my efforts. I still hate pipe cleaners. And puppy toys. And puppies. But I digress.

Manic cleaning Saturdays have been my tradition since my youth, when my mom would work all day and I would clean the entire house while babysitting my little brother. I'm always an early riser, but on Saturdays I wake up absurdly early with electricity surging through my veins and mind, and I cannot stop until surfaces are weeping for being scrubbed and abused. Aaahhh...

So Manic Saturdays are back. Join me in tackling everything you can, in whatever amount of time you have. Don't do it for you, lest you conjure up reasons to do ANYTHING else (and man have I heard some cute excuses), but do it for me.

Here is an outline of our morning, and I always add extra tasks, much like a chef spontaneously adding some spice or other to make their dish just so.

Behold:


Hard work is good for kids:


You know the tricks: Music, coffee, timers, making every movement count, and CLEAR surfaces!

So grab your bag o'tricks and a solvent and get to work. Text me your progress!