Today I Clean
6/6/09 09:59![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
madrobinsOne of the casualties of our recent Economic Hoopla is that Maria, our lovely housecleaner, is no longer in our occasional employ. And while I'm an efficient tidier, I am not a good cleaner of houses. Particularly when I feel like Someone Else (or several Someone Elses) should be joining me in the endeavor. So things get to critical mass, with dust clumps too large for bunny status, and pfleh of unguessable origin collecting along the floorboards of the kitchen cupboards, and the bottom of the microwave starting its own Remembrance of Things Nuked. So after the morning web crawl and coffee, I'm going to clean the kitchen: the fridge, the oven, the stove, the microwave, the counters, the floors, the cabinets. I might even muck out the under-sink cupboard.
I have exhorted other residents of the household to take on the bathrooms and to dust and vacuum. We'll see how that goes. If you never hear from me again, you may assume I've perished in a cloud of oven cleaner.
ETA: The fridge has been cleaned and polished (it's got a stainless exterior) and all the science experiments of yore have been dealt with. The stove has been cleaned and polished, and the oven wiped down and started on its self clean cycle. The cabinets have been cleaned with the crunchy-granola-all-natural-cabinet-cleaner, which, astonishingly enough, seems to work pretty well. And I've bought two pairs of shorts, a hoodie, and a pair of pajama bottoms for Avocado on line, in preparation for the horror that is Packing for Camp. Avocado has vacuumed the house (I won't say she's done a stellar job, but she did it) and dusted. The spouse, having dragged the dog, is cleaning the bathroom. I must return and do the last group of kitchen clean out chores (vacuum, clean and seal the counter, and mop the floor) and then I am done and can shower the accumulated cleaning products off.
I have exhorted other residents of the household to take on the bathrooms and to dust and vacuum. We'll see how that goes. If you never hear from me again, you may assume I've perished in a cloud of oven cleaner.
ETA: The fridge has been cleaned and polished (it's got a stainless exterior) and all the science experiments of yore have been dealt with. The stove has been cleaned and polished, and the oven wiped down and started on its self clean cycle. The cabinets have been cleaned with the crunchy-granola-all-natural-cabinet-cleaner, which, astonishingly enough, seems to work pretty well. And I've bought two pairs of shorts, a hoodie, and a pair of pajama bottoms for Avocado on line, in preparation for the horror that is Packing for Camp. Avocado has vacuumed the house (I won't say she's done a stellar job, but she did it) and dusted. The spouse, having dragged the dog, is cleaning the bathroom. I must return and do the last group of kitchen clean out chores (vacuum, clean and seal the counter, and mop the floor) and then I am done and can shower the accumulated cleaning products off.