So, it is a GORGEOUS slate gray day today. Really stunning. A PERFECT day for cleaning.
(Hear the sarcasm?)
Almost made me stay in bed this morning, actually.
But, it was sooo worth getting up. Really.
I've cleaned the trash can, inside and out.
I've cleaned a mess left by my sick cat, the likes of which I hope to never see again.
I've cleaned mouse poo off of treasures accidently left in the garage when we moved. (Treasures which will now be wrapped in plastic b/c I still can't stand to touch them. Ick. Worth my time? Well, yeah. Treasures.)
(Are you thinking maybe the sick cat should spend some time in the garage?)
I've cleaned up the water in front of my dying washer.
(I ate 2 peppermint patties for moral support.)
I've scrubbed carpets in 3 rooms.
I've cleaned up collie fur from places I didn't know collie fur could congregate.
(Mental note: Shave the collies.)
I'm pooped, although I hesitate to use that word after the day I've had!
Someone help me!