Clean House Week
Before I begin, I saw a few questions in the comments that I wanted to answer, because I live to serve.
Sarah wanted to know why the Director of Duke’s school didn’t just call:
Well, in a phrase, she’s afraid of me. Come to find out, when you walk into the school a few times and demand to know why they are not capable of protecting your son, they walk a WIDE circle. When you add to this the demand for ACTUAL information about what he does all day, you get put in the “crazy” pile. However, all that said, I am going to go on record that they latest shift in teaching staff has been the best thing for Duke. He’s doing really well — shocking what happens when teachers CARE, huh?
Niki wanted to know why we didn’t install a “lifetime” bulb:
Well, um, we don’t OWN frankenhouse. Plus Prince likes to live on the edge and is looking forward to putting his life in danger again to change the bulb. I kid, seriously I kid. Actually, there should be no reason that the installed bulb would not last our time here, so wouldn’t that make it a “lifetime bulb” — with regards to our life in this house? And for the record, FrankenLandlord is over a day’s drive away — so I’m doubting he’ll drive down just to change a lightbulb.
Dara wanted to know if I considered a career in writing:
Hmm, no. You see, first I have this problem with spelling (and lest anyone think I’m a complete moron — I have no spell check in this version of Wordpress and I refuse to write it in Word and transport, k?) and I have a loose relationship with grammar. Those two tend to preclude a seriously writing career. However, the whole reason I began this blog, other than to blab on and on about me and all things that concern me, was to conquer a real problem I have — the blank page. But thank you for the compliment. You know, in a way there are few bigger compliments than to be told someone likes what you think you are the worst at. I mean I’m fairly certain I’m good at a bunch of things, but if someone asked what they were I’d say knitting, baking, being a mother, being a wife… heck, I’m even pretty sure I’m good other stuff too. But never once would I have listed writing amoung my assets. So, in that, thank you, Dara.
On with the plan of the day week. The mayor and city council of Snarkville have gathered together to proclaim that this week is “CLEAN HOUSE WEEK.” It is a very special week where all citizens of Snarkville must pitch in and clean, scrub, toss, put away STUFF. Remember the pile of shoes, GONE! But there’s so much more. By Friday, Snarkville will be scrubbed and ready for us to return home to a perfectly cleaned house.
So in order to take on this project, I have made up a plan. I even took to writing it down on Duke’s easel so the whole household can read it (well, the two of us who read). Today is the kitchen (it is basically one room a day until the house is clean). I need to find homes for tupperware that isn’t the oven — I kid, seriously, I’ve not put plastic in the oven since the death of my deloved cupcake taker — I’m even in a 12 step program about storage in the oven. But alas, the counters need a good scrubbing, there’s floors to mop, a fridge to clean out…all the really fun things.
So since, I must get cracking on my plan of the day — I’m going to ask each of you — leave me a comment with worst thing/place to clean in your house. I’m voting for the textured floor in my shower. I really think that I could scrub for a month and it would still look dirty. Once, I filled it with about 2 inches of water and poured bleach in and just let it sit. It was cleanish looking for about 5 minutes. ICK. Glad I’ve already crossed the bathrooms off my cleaning plan. On to tackle the kitchen.
October 23rd, 2006 at 11:11 am
HATE the bathroom and then when I have to clean out the toy box/under the kids beds/closets, etc.
Toilets with boys are the worst.
October 23rd, 2006 at 11:24 am
Wow, I got mentioned by name in the blog! That feels like an accomplishment! Combine the feeling of accomplishment with the feelings that being on Percocet every 4 hours brings, and, well, today is a good day!
October 23rd, 2006 at 7:44 pm
The worst would be a toss-up between the girls’ bathtub/shower and the kitchen floor (linoleum). Both choices are 50+ years old, and no matter what you do to them/pour on them/scrub them/pour bleach on them, they don’t come clean. Period. Very depressing. If I get down on hands and knees and scrub the kitchen floor, it becomes a lighter shade of dirty grey with non-removable stains. Same with the tub, only in a major unclogging effort a few years ago, a nasty chemical was used that basically etched the floor of the tub, rendering it the texture of sandpaper. Feels great on the feet (and certainly non-slip!) if you like blood, and holds every bit of mildew/soap scum/girl crud (unidentifiable but it certainly exists), and is tremendously scrub resistant. Oh, and can’t forget the fact that to reach half of it, you either have to climb in it or lay on top of the toilet. Be thankful for FrankenHouse – we may live in DraculaHouse (sucks the life out of you – or maybe just plain sucks!).
October 23rd, 2006 at 11:47 pm
I think the worst place to clean in our house is the bathroom floor. We have light yellow tiles that seem to have a wierd dust/hair magnet to them. We clean and sweep all the time but it does no good. I’ve never seen anyone else’s bathroom floor look like it!