This is my 900th post. Aren’t you all proud of me? I think I need tea, too.
Ummm. Hon’? You’re standing in front of the TV. Could you skootch over a bit?
And turn it up, please. That vacuum’s pretty loud.
Hahahah. You mens so FUNNY. 
Lissla, you making soap with that lard?
I took a short break for lunch and to deal with a baby/mascara incident, but now I’m back at it in the living room. It’s looking a little better, finally.
12:53 Off and running. Well, after I grab a cup of coffee to drink as I work.
I am so with you. I not only need to clean, but I also need to move all the ex’s stuff into some other part of the house for his parents to pick up. (I went through a bad breakup recently.)
Anyways, the first order of business: the kitchen. (There’s not a whole lot that belongs to him in here, but it’s filthy.) Clean the dishes, floors, counters, stovetop, microwave…etc.
OK, this is going to take longer than 15 minutes. 
Unfortunately, I must regretfully decline the offer - this business of being married just gets in the way at the most inopportune times, y’know? 
Still, it makes my day that the offer was there! Colored soap crayons, huh? They’re new to me. I’m gonna have to find some, and give 'em to the wife for our next anniversary!
Oh yeah: I emptied the dishwasher this morning that I loaded and ran last night. Does that count?
Well, lest I be branded a complete slacker, I’ll be doing some laundry and sewing for my husband tomorrow. I also told him we need to to some serious cleaning on the boat while I’m there. We’ll be packing up his winter clothes to store at my mom’s house, dusting and vacuuming, defrosting the fridge, and generally spring cleaning the cabin and V-berth. I’ll leave the deck-scrubbing to him.
RT, that’s one of the many reasons I like you: You’re a fine and faithful husband to your no-doubt-lovely wife. Enjoy the soap crayons, you wacky kids, you.
FCM, lookit you! Doing all those domestic things. Now I feel inspired again, and I was afraid I was going to poop out there for a bit.
Stephi, don’t worry about the time thing. I only do it so that I have a good excuse to stop and rest frequently. It also helps me keep focused–I tend to skip from one thing to another. I’ll decide to sort laundry, for instance, and the next thing I know, I’m in Lowe’s buying a new fence for the dogs. It all makes sense at the time, but nothing ever really gets DONE.
Okay, 2:07 here and I’m back at it: Living room, beware!
Still 2:07. Put the laundry in, and I’m straining the pork liquid (that sounds really gross). I’m going to add the broth to the beans I’m cooking, and the lard will go in the freezer for baking and frying potatoes and things. I would like to lean how to make soap, but not today.
Off to finish straining and also to clean the bathroom.
I finished mopping the nasty living room floor. Much better, at least as good as it gets.
The kitchen is next, but I’m having a coffee break at the moment.
Well, after lunch I went grocery shopping instead of cleaning, but it’s hard to feel guilty about that. Soon, there will be more cleaning, yes there will…
Grocery shopping DEFINITELY counts.
I’m stopping for today, because I still have to cook dinner and go to the laundrymat and help my son get ready for his trip.
But tomorrow is a new day!
Hot damn, you people are motivated!!! And I do understand the 15 minutes at a time. It keeps you from getting burned out all at once. (Some people even use an egg timer.)
You do know you can make BIG FAT MONEY cleaning houses, right? My mom does it for $20/hour up here in Indianapolis, and she hasn’t even raised her rates for five years or so.
(I just have to share…when typing above, I almost left in BIG FART MONEY just ‘cause it looked so frickin’ funny!! :D)
bodypoet - you have brought so much to my life. I think I FINALLY understand how the world looks to my SO.
So add another item to your “What I got done list” - you brought a little more understanding into this crazy, mixed up world.
Cleaned the bathroom mirror, and am staring at some dishes. It’s hailing, and I have to pick up my cat from the vet’s at 7. At least the beans are done. Still need to tidy, put away the laundry, and scrub.
I hate the weather. I need tea.
How, exactly, do you managed to get the bathroom clean in 15 minutes? When I do it, it takes me almost an hour. And I have a tiny bathroom in a sinkhole of an apartment.
Of course, I only clean it once every couple of months or so… so when I do finally get the ambition to clean, I generaly have several layers of crud and cruft to scrub off.
Question for the masses (hope this isn’t too much of a hijack): is it better/easier to clean 15 minutes every couple of weeks, or an hour every couple months?
Cleaning self. This is good for those around me.
Glad to help, j.c. Ummm…how does your SO look at the world?
You must understand, now, when I characterize my house as “filthy,” I’m not talking about your everyday normal-person filthy. I’m talking about call-the-health-department levels of filth. It’s getting better, but very slowly. It will be at least six months before I allow anyone into my house, and that is if all goes well.
But I’m still glad to help, if I did.
jweb, my bathroom is fairly clean. Once I got it that way, I found that it was much easier to just wipe up and toss the clothes in a basket and sweep once a week than to have to do the down-and-dirty scrubbing needed for a really dirty bath.
I vote for doing 10 minutes/week, because I HATE to spend more than a few minutes in any one room.
More, more, more cleaning tomorrow!
15 minutes! I’ll do the dishes! I thought.
I’ll walk in the kitchen, set all the dirty dishes on the counter, and run some hot water an OH MY GOD WHAT THE HELL IS THAT
I guess the long hours I’ve been putting in at school have caught up with me. This might take longer than 15 minutes. Heck, I might need CRorex’s help dealing with this.
Doesn’t it count as ‘cleaning out the fridge’ if you go get a bunch of leftovers and eat them ?
Good, 'cause that’s all the energy I have after fighting traffic down to the other side of Jackson and back.
I scrubbed. Still need to do the dishes. I object to doing the dishes more than twice a day. I need to eat dinner, too.
Incidentally, my cat looks pretty funny. His butt’s shaved and he’s wearing a plastic collar.
Should I order pizza after I’ve just paid for obscenely expensive cat surgery? Can I justify it? How? Especially when I have food, I just need to cook it…