Today on the attack list: The Living Room. Which didn’t look too bad….
But on closer inspection…
And the dust, oh my dear lord, that wasn’t funny anymore. Anyone with an allergy would have been dead in three seconds.
After 90 minutes of scrubbing and tidying, it now looks like this:
Of course, the bag in the vacuum cleaner was already full. *sigh* Going to order one with a water filter tomorrow, because the bag system is just not satisfying. By the way, the combination of really long hair and a shaggy carpet is a lethal one for any vacuum cleaner.
What else did I do:
- the breakfast dishes before leaving for work - huzzah!
- mopped the kitchen floor
- forced the firefighter to strip the bed, so that I can put on fresh sheets
- cooked a real meal from scratch, which is so much nicer in a tidy kitchen
This puts two rooms into “grown up” mode, the rest still looks like we’re in a fraternity house.
Because having a shitty night (Thank you, thunderstorm) and a really hectic workday (Thank you, Meeting of Doom) is absolutely no excuse to not do anything, I tackled the kitchen.
After 90 minutes of torturing the whole house with silly music, it looks like this:
Still not as clean as I want it to be, but at least I don’t have to be afraid anymore that it grows sentient and greets me in the morning. I also coralled the Firefighter into helping, as he decided to stand in my way and tell me about his day, so doing fine on the captain front too.