it's been 13 years but now I remember why I hate moving

Jul 21, 2013 16:12

My dishwasher is running with a small bowl full of bleach sitting on the bottom rack. Vinegar is next.

I've smeared my oven with a paste of baking soda, dish soap, hydrogen peroxide and vinegar, then I'll break out the elbow grease after that sits for a few hours.

The plastic tray that sits under the dog and cat food dishes is soaking in the tub in a luxurious concoction of dish soap and vinegar. Dried dog slobber - yum.

I left diluted bleach, rags and a toothbrush sitting beside my front loading machine waiting for me to finish scrubbing under the rubber seal. (Yuck, have ya'll ever seen what grows in there!? Ew.)

I have a very dusty, spiderweb-by rolling pin and electric grill sitting on my kitchen counter after I rescued them from the drawer under the stove.

With all the toys and movies packed up, the kids be bored, and Charlotte is really acting out lately - anxiety about moving I suppose.

There are packed and empty boxes sitting in every room of my house, an echo in my once-full family room, and Chinese food on the supper menu for tonight. Heck yes.

moving, spring cleaning, grossness, domestic goddess

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