So, I cleaned today. I cleaned and cleaned until I did not want to clean anymore.
Don’t get me wrong. There are still plenty of things to be cleaned (the bathtub, the bathroom floor, bedroom, bedroom floor, closet, drawers….).
But for today, I may just have to be done. I vacuumed the living room floor, which took all of five minutes…big deal. That was no problem. Then I went upstairs and got out the other vacuum cleaner ( yes, there are two…don’t judge me) and commenced to vacuum the hall. Remember how I posted a little while back about how Mayzie-Jane started sitting up there? Well, she still likes to sit up there. We still don’t know why. She doesn’t sit there as much, but she still likes to sit there. Anyway, she sheds something awful. Her fur was all ground into the carpet from where she had shed in the same spot for several days. Upstairs vacuum is crappier than downstairs vacuum and it took longer to vacuum up. Then I got sidetracked and started vacuuming other stuff, which took me FOREVER. Then, because I was on a roll, I decided to clean the bathroom. For some strange reason, I decided to clean out the bathroom drawers, which were full of junk (again, do not judge me…doesn’t everyone store their pencil sharpeners in their bathroom drawer?) that took up another lot of time. Then I still had to clean the sink, which took a long time because a) it was covered with girly crap (I am a cosmetics junkie) and b) I am really anal about getting it clean. Now it is sparkling clean, and covered with artfully arranged bottles of perfume and lotion and hair products.
Did I mention that I was so thorough in my cleaning that I accidentally threw away my contacts? Yes…and the eye doctor is closed for the day. I hope they can give me a trial pair of contacts tomorrow or I will be wearing black nerd glasses for awhile (they have to order my kind of contacts for some reason). I suppose I could have tucked them away in my makeup bag…or in my makeup basket (STOP JUDGING ME!), but I didn’t see them the first time I looked. I’ll make D look for them or something.
Join me next time, to hear (hopefully) the end of the saga of the house cleaning and contact lenses.
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