"I love the smell of Windex in the morning."
Well, I'm dragging myself out of the housecleaning "I don't wannnaaaaaa!" mode that I've been on for the past couple of weeks. I might be kicking and screaming about it and sulkily de-cluttering, but at least it's getting done. Taking a break now while the kitchen floor dries. The dishwasher just finished, so as soon as the floor is walkable, I'll empty that out and then move on to the next room.
I'm half tempted to call Mom just to ask her to tell me to clean my room, but no. I have Big Girl panties. I just need to put them on and get to work. Then it's time to make a grocery list for tomorrow's early morning trip. Everyone sleeping late or at church = close parking spots and less crowds to fight inside.
But seriously, someone tell me how 690 square feet of apartment can get so damn messy? I'm telling myself that the faster I get this done, the faster I can head out to Hobby Lobby to buy more yarn for a co-worker's baby blanket. And I have to get more yarn or else the blanket will never get done and then I'd have a disappointed co-worker and a sad baby on my hands. Nobody wants a sad baby. So just clean the house already, damn it.
I'm half tempted to call Mom just to ask her to tell me to clean my room, but no. I have Big Girl panties. I just need to put them on and get to work. Then it's time to make a grocery list for tomorrow's early morning trip. Everyone sleeping late or at church = close parking spots and less crowds to fight inside.
But seriously, someone tell me how 690 square feet of apartment can get so damn messy? I'm telling myself that the faster I get this done, the faster I can head out to Hobby Lobby to buy more yarn for a co-worker's baby blanket. And I have to get more yarn or else the blanket will never get done and then I'd have a disappointed co-worker and a sad baby on my hands. Nobody wants a sad baby. So just clean the house already, damn it.