Yesterday I came home and speed-cleaned the kitchen. It is amazing what some afternoon adrenaline can do. I felt like the robot maid on the Jetsons. What was her name? Rosie?
Today, I took my time. I used the four hour window, where I was required to stay home and wait for the couches to be delivered, to catch up on cleaning. I did some laundry, folded laundry, swept the kitchen, did the dishes, and worked on the tower of To Be Filed papers. I also busted out a Magic Eraser sponge. I love these so much. It is the one invention (maybe except for a vacuum) that makes me enjoy the act of cleaning. I become this A.D.D. clean freak for the lifespan of the thing. I move around the house trying to find dirty spots that I would never think to clean. For example, I clean the door frames or the area around door knobs and light switches. Especially with dogs, the lower portions of walls and doors gather mung at such a gradual pace that you (or at least I) don't notice the 2-foot high grayish-brown layer until you take a step back and really look.
So, I did a lot of spot cleaning (hence the A.D.D.) where I never really focused on one spot for very long. Rather, I hopped around the house and each time I would notice a new smudge, I'd abandon the one I was working on to tackle the next. In retrospect, I don't really know how efficient, or productive, this is in terms of cleaning...but nonetheless, I made it through one layer of grime today.
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