Well, seeing as I’m on day 3 of a 4.5 day break, I’m getting a bit bored(horrors!), I have company coming next weekend, I’m out of town all next week, and I don’t get my annual deep cleaning since I’m not moving to a new city this year, I decided to do a thorough cleaning of my apartment.
I’ve gotten the bathroom and bedroom done, as well as cleaned out the fridge. Well, those rooms are done, apart from vacuuming and making the bed, ok?
Let me state that I am not known as a ‘neat-freak’. As a matter of fact, it could be said that I am known among my family and friends for being the opposite of that. Not that things get to the health/fire hazard level, but it can get pretty cluttered/messy.
Now. I found milk in my fridge that I bought, opened and didn’t finish. The date on the bottle was my September 3. That’s right, September 3. Immediately taken to the dumpster, in a trash bag, held at arms length.
There are no less than 6 bottles each of the same shampoo and conditioner in my bathroom. They are draining into each other as I type this, so that I can reduce the duplicity in my shower.
The countertop in the sink/vanity area(not actually part of my bathroom, but right outside) I don’t think I’d cleaned it off since around May. Now I’m a southern woman, I wear makeup. And hairspray. And I had to scrub to get the film off. And I mean scrub hard. EEEWWWWWWWWW.
New Year’s Resolution? Nope, this will be the Thanksgiving 2000 resolution. I will clean my apartment regularly. Not just a surface cleaning. I know that if I clean regularly, I can avoid the hell that comes with having to delve into areas where no man or woman has cleaned before.
Just to share my Saturday with all of y’all.