T-minus twelve hours and counting....
Mar. 24th, 2011 11:00 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
vanillafluffyIt's getting late. The bathrooms have taken most of my day. They're not quite done---the vanity in the hall is a foot high, and I think I'm going to dump it all into a clear trash bag and sort it later. My bath needs a few swipes with a Magic Eraser---it has some evil-looking rust stains I'd like to minimize. But my sink is accessable for the first time in at least a year, and vanity aside, the hall bath is orderly within an inch of its life.
I'm telling myself that even if I don't do another blessed thing, my house is still in better shape than it has been in at least five years. And yet, I'm already framing apologies. I honestly doubt GK is going to perform a white glove test. She may mention the dust; her family all has allergies, so she's used to more of a clean-room environment---and yes, there's real dust. It's been enough of a job to get the solid stuff dealt with. Even though she hasn't been in here in a while, she knows me.
You guys, I really can't thank you enough for all the support you've given me. You cut me more slack than I cut myself. I think one of the reasons I've let it all go for so long is because I'll never live up to my own standards, so why bother? Maybe because while cleaning may not be pleasant, living in a tidy environment IS. It's nice coming home and having room to set things down and not have to walk a tightrope just to get three bags of food to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, I've come across a half-dozen more cans, a shirt and tank I'd lost track of in my bath, while the hall bath has yielded a buffalo nickel, some porn, and a spray can of teflon-based household lubricant. IDEK.
I'm going to finish up the bathrooms, hit the shower and go to bed. I've set my alarm so I can take care of loose ends that I'm too tired for tonight.
GK sent a copy of the schedule for the RenFest. There's a kilt competition. Be still my heart!
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I'm telling myself that even if I don't do another blessed thing, my house is still in better shape than it has been in at least five years. And yet, I'm already framing apologies. I honestly doubt GK is going to perform a white glove test. She may mention the dust; her family all has allergies, so she's used to more of a clean-room environment---and yes, there's real dust. It's been enough of a job to get the solid stuff dealt with. Even though she hasn't been in here in a while, she knows me.
You guys, I really can't thank you enough for all the support you've given me. You cut me more slack than I cut myself. I think one of the reasons I've let it all go for so long is because I'll never live up to my own standards, so why bother? Maybe because while cleaning may not be pleasant, living in a tidy environment IS. It's nice coming home and having room to set things down and not have to walk a tightrope just to get three bags of food to the kitchen.
Meanwhile, I've come across a half-dozen more cans, a shirt and tank I'd lost track of in my bath, while the hall bath has yielded a buffalo nickel, some porn, and a spray can of teflon-based household lubricant. IDEK.
I'm going to finish up the bathrooms, hit the shower and go to bed. I've set my alarm so I can take care of loose ends that I'm too tired for tonight.
GK sent a copy of the schedule for the RenFest. There's a kilt competition. Be still my heart!
.