Happy cleaning day!
Thanks to the inexplicable actions of my endocrine system, about once every 28 days I have the sudden, overpowering urge to clean something. I don't just mean casual straightening here. Conveniently, that is about how often you actually need to say, empty the toaster oven crumb tray or re-alphabetize the canned goods.
I have learned that when these moods strike, I should simply embrace them. Trying to interject logical considerations into the mix will only make things worse.
Logical considerations like, say:
a) I am dressed in workout pants, a ratty t-shirt, and a handkerchief
b) It is 25 degrees and icy outside
c) It is two in the morning.
Nope, these are totally overridden by d) I need a mop RIGHT NOW! Which is how I found myself in the cleaning supplies aisle of Harris Teeter, contemplating sponge mops and watching harried-looking men buy chocolates and roses.
On the plus side, the kitchen now gleams. I wonder if I could get permission from the landlady to redecorate a bit.
I have learned that when these moods strike, I should simply embrace them. Trying to interject logical considerations into the mix will only make things worse.
Logical considerations like, say:
a) I am dressed in workout pants, a ratty t-shirt, and a handkerchief
b) It is 25 degrees and icy outside
c) It is two in the morning.
Nope, these are totally overridden by d) I need a mop RIGHT NOW! Which is how I found myself in the cleaning supplies aisle of Harris Teeter, contemplating sponge mops and watching harried-looking men buy chocolates and roses.
On the plus side, the kitchen now gleams. I wonder if I could get permission from the landlady to redecorate a bit.