Yesterday, I cleaned the main level of my house. Today I’m cleaning the upper level, and tomorrow the basement. Then Friday I will redo the main level, and voila! The house will be spic and span spotless just as school gets out so that I may enjoy the maximum level of frustration watching it all get trashed over vacation. Excellent!
I don’t know how I feel about cleaning. I sure do like things clean. And maybe I take some satisfaction in vacuuming all those acres of carpet into decent rows, but yeah, mostly it sucks. And when I sign two more voice students, I’m quitting. Then instead of complaining about cleaning my house, I can start complaining about the deficiencies of whichever cleaning service I hire. I’ve tried, oh, half a dozen services over the years, and some of them have come close to what I wanted, but–never close enough.
And some just were losers. Like Maid Bright who changed the Diaper Genie so carelessly they left dirty diapers lying (yes, lying, not laying, grammar nerds) in the middle of the floor.
Okay, I have to get back. I want to go through Flufferella’s closet today. I already surreptitiously edited her wardrobe plucking out much of the tacky. I am dreading going through all the toys tomorrow to thin the herd before the plastic tsunami hits on December 25th. Shudder.
Oh! And I’m also using up all the food in the refrigerator and the freezer so that I have room for all the holiday stuff. Who knew I had a ham from Wegman’s in the freezer from April. Yes, April. Before we moved. Impressive, right?
In unrelated news, does anybody need a frozen ham?