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Anyone who knows me knows that cleaning is not something I do. I occasionally bleach and vinegar things like kitchens and bathrooms, and occasionally sweep/vacuum/swiffer the floor, but any cleaning is a major accomplishment. I am expecting non-family company for the first time tonight, so I wanted to clean up (it was out of control!). I spent four hours this afternoon doing everything. I started in my bedroom, making my bed, doing laundry, gathering my books and painting supplies, bringing dishes and cans to the kitchen. Then I went into the bathrooms and organized them, dusting the counters and cleaning the shower/tub. Then onto the kitchen, running the dishwasher, cleaning off the counters, gathering recycling and garbage. Then to the computer desk, dining room table, coffee table and side tables. Then finally a final collection of garbage and recycling, a good vacuum and floor cleaning, and I'm as done as I'm going to be. It looks pretty surreal to me.
Main living area:
Main bathroom:
Master bedroom:
Master ensuite:
The guinea pig cages, girls on the left, boys on the right:
Scruffy and Angel:
Me:
Main living area:
Main bathroom:
Master bedroom:
Master ensuite:
The guinea pig cages, girls on the left, boys on the right:
Scruffy and Angel:
Me: