It's nearly 5pm and I've finally taken a shower. Today Joel and I scrubbed, bleached, cleaned, bleached, vacuumed, you get the idea. Of course, after I finished bleaching down the kitchen counters and everything that's stored on them, he reminded me that if the mice show up tonight, all of our work is for naught.
I knew that, but I didn't want to really have to face that possibility.
I also dusted, and have a few glass pieces to wash-- they're items that usually sit on the mantel and have gotten quite dusty. The pieces aren't that valuable (or I wouldn't be mentioning them), but they mean something to me, and they need to be clean to really look good.
And did I mention we cleaned out the drawers and top of our butcher block cart and scrubbed/bleached the items on the cart? Sigh. I'm one of these folks who usually washes pots/pans/food processor, etc. before using anyway, but I can't stand to have any visible dirt on them. And we won't discuss what kind of dirt was on some of them. I hate mice.
Portia has been napping most of today while we've cleaned. I expect her to earn her keep tonight.
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