Cleaning….The Easy Way

While I was at the grocery store this evening, I picked up both Glamour and Cosmo from the mag racks by the checkouts- my one guilty pleasure other than Swiss chocolate :p Since I figured that this weather wasn’t going to be letting up anytime soon and I would have Christmas coming up on my ass sooner than I would like it to, I figured that now is as good as a time as ever to have a little time for myself. So I am indulging in ridiculous girly mags…not a fan of the trash gossipy kind.

I’d forgotten how naughty and racy Cosmo is…can’t quite believe that my parents were letting me read this at the age of 13! Hehehehe. Something in Cosmo struck me though, supposedly a psychiatrist out there says that the longer you spend time in the nude (sleeping, cleaning…whatever) the more comfortable you become with yourself without clothes on. So from tonight (unless I am seriously cold!) I will be sleeping in the nude. Heck most guys I know do it, why is it any different for a woman to do it? Couldn’t clean in the buff unless I thought I had a body like Jennifer Aniston or something but I do clean in my underwear. And I honestly don’t care what the neighbours think.

FYI: I just updated my ‘About’ page. You should go and read it if you’d like an update

Housework

I will state now that I am not the biggest fan of doing housework. If I can get away with just doing the bare basics I will. Unfortunately for me, the laundry has now built up into a giant amount and now I have about four loads to do. Which sucks, because I hate doing laundry the most with the up and down to the laundry room. I also have to do the infamous task of vacuuming too, which I don’t hate doing but it’s a pain in the butt to get the vacuum cleaner out of the closet. 

Some days, I will have a ton of energy and I will fly around the house like a cleaning whirlwind. And then other days (like today) I would rather sit on the couch watching tv or going for a walk with Abby outside. I am not a slob in the slightest, but I am most certainly not June Cleaver. I have the apron and can dress up like Mrs Cleaver (and sometimes it makes me WANT to clean dressed up like that!) but today feels very much like a t shirt and sweats day. 

Busy Bee Me

I’ve been so busy the last couple of days. I’ve had the energy and mental capabilities to clean the apartment, and when I get into that phase of the month, I REALLY clean. Over the last two days I have:

• Washed the shower curtain and liner
• Scrubbed the bathroom floor
• Washed the bathmat
• Scooped and scrubbed out the litter box
• Scrubbed the bath
• Scrubbed the toilet
• Scrubbed the bathroom sink
• Finished all the dishes
• Scrubbed all counters
• Scrubbed the stove top
• Scrubbed the kitchen floor
• Scrubbed the kitchen bin
• Vacuumed the whole apartment
• Febrezed every fabric surface in sight
• Washed the blankets in the living room
• Dusted
• Cleaned every glass surface with Windex (including all windows)
• Defraged, virus scanned, spyware scanned, registry cleaned and dejunked the computer
• Cleaned the keyboard, mouse, Xbox, game controllers and remotes with compressed air
• Oh and done about five loads of laundry

And now I am so beat. Wringing out rugs and mats in the bathtub requires a lot more muscle power than you think

Vacuuming

Okay so right now I’m going to introduce you to my neighbour. She’s also the apartment manager and we’ll just call her Crazy Vacuum Whore…or CVW. Her daughter and Abby get along pretty well and don’t get me wrong…she’s a nice person. But she has a bit of a temper and will fly off the handle at the smallest thing. She also has this insane vacuuming habit. At least once a day she will go around the hallways and her apartment with the vacuum cleaner. There has not been one day where she hasn’t vacuumed. It almost makes me feel like a bit of a slob, because well I can’t remember the last time we vacuumed. It’s not that I hate vacuuming, I just have a daughter who absolutely despises the vacuum cleaner and wails like a banshee anytime I even get it out of the closet. I don’t even have to turn it on, as soon as she sees it…she will run to her room and start her usual wailing. I’d do when she’s asleep but by that time the elderly couple on the other side of me are probably asleep and I don’t want to seem like a crazy bitch doing my vacuuming when people are trying to sleep. And I would do it in the day, but Nick sleeps during the day because he has a 3rd shift job. 

So I’m screwed and yesterday I could see all kinds of junk on the carpet…like dust bunnies, toenail clippings and Cheerios from way back when. Abby hasn’t eaten Cheerios in about six months. Yes, I still walk on the carpet but what else am I supposed to do? I try to get Nick to take Abby to the park but it seems to go in one ear and out the other. Sigh.