Remember those days when you were young and you always kept your house clean? How you would designate a certain weekend day and do your dusting, vacuuming, sweeping… you know, the normal maintenance stuff?
And you didn’t hem and haw and swear under your breath about what a CHORE it was.
So riddle me this: Where the hell did those days go? I mean, I’m at the point in my life where I’ll look at the shower and go “Well, it’s a a little dirty, and if I don’t look at the creepy stuff growing in the corner, it can wait to be cleaned for a while.” And by a while I mean, when the kids come up to visit. “They won’t be up for 3 months? COOL! Maybe the creepy stuff will grow bigger and I can just break it off! ”
But before you know it 3 months is over and you have 3 days to get the whole house clean for the arrival of family for the holidays. And those are not weekend days either. Those are plan-to-fit-all-the-scrubbing-mopping-vacuuming-sweeping-dusting-in-after-a-nine-hour-work-day-frenzy-fest.
Which is what I am trying to pull off before Friday evening.
Actually, I’m not that bad, but I do tend to go a couple weeks without vacuuming and dusting. And as far as the bathroom from hell goes, that can stay in the 3 month category, because I still haven’t found anything to break through that damn hard water deposit that has plagued my shower for years (and I did use a Magic Eraser this time as someone suggested… fail! ).
And I swear that the toilet is now in cahoots with the shower because it has decided to join the Drive Sandy Crazy party.
So if I seem a little sparse on the posts this week, you know what’s up and won’t send the posse out looking for me.
Not unless the posse can get my shower sparkling clean again.