Sundays as I like to call them are Cinderella days. With the exception of my social Sunday breakfasts (breakfast at PT’s house are always yummy and fun), it’s all about cleaning and now organizing as I go. This Sunday was a little more trying than normal. I have two dogs, and B is two steps away from getting shaved and owning a sweater! Her hair is always everywhere, it’s such a struggle to keep it clean. I vacuum everyday and mop the floors at least three times a week. When I went to change out the mop head, it was stuck, two little pieces of fiber were caught under the screw on thingy. Yes, that’s the technical term. I cut up the mop, I wd40’d it, I wrestled it to the ground like it was something from The Animal Planet, it didn’t budge. Ok now here’s a time a man would have been handy, just don’t tell anybody I said that. So no big deal, I’ll scrub the floors the old fashioned way, wait I can’t find my daughter’s volleyball knee pads…great. What normally takes twenty minutes, is now an hour. Mostly because I’m a little ocd about it, and wash the first time with baking soda and vinegar water and then with cleaner. I keep the dogs outside extra long, so I can enjoy my nice clean floors. They weren’t in for ten minutes and the puppy peed on the kitchen floor, really, ugh! The neighbor boys brought over their new puppy a couple of hours later and I asked the teenager to try and get the mop off the handle, one twist and it comes right off, are we serious? Well Tuesday’s floor should go a little easier.
I am trying the clear container system for my shoes, it didn’t work before, but this time I have my handy dandy label maker. If it’s possible to love an inanimate object, I think I love my label maker! It looks organized and I know what is in the box without pulling them all down. I also went through six shelves in the kitchen, picked up every item and asked myself, do I need it, and do I use it? That pretty purple parfait glassware, still like them, but have never used them in all of the years that I have owned them. I cleared out a box and a medium gift bag full of stuff I never used, or didn’t need anymore. It always amazes me that I still find evidence of the Cockroach, and in the weirdest places. Kitchen top shelf inside my crystal candlesticks, there was a lone earring. Was it gold? Was it a diamond? Who did it belong to? Don’t know, don’t care, and it’s in the bottom of my garbage can now. I have never pawned anything, but really what could he get for that? Enough to buy a crack crumb maybe, he was the best thing I ever threw out of this house. Good riddance!