OK...so normally, this is so not an issue for me...seriously, I could put some of those super-over-the-top cases of OCD to shame the way I strive to keep my house...and while that is a topic for many another post (seriously, I could blog a separate blog about my insanity when it comes to cleaning and organizing), today I shall tell you why I think I'm going on strike until BB lets me have someone come in twice a month, so that all I have to do on off weeks is clean my floors and run a dust rag around...
SO, it has now been like 7 weeks since my last Cleaning Lady day. Since that time, I have dusted, vacuumed, mopped, scrubbed etc once a week (except the floors, those seriously get done daily around here!). My toilets, showers and tubs are all as clean as they can be with being scrubbed weekly. The counters get wiped down every day...(boy, I really am OCD)...I don't worry about my children eating off the floor because it is so clean there aren't any germs to speak of. Ok, that's not quite true, but you get my drift.
This Princess House party that I'm hosting on Friday night has thrown me for a loop. Cleaning Lady was supposed to be here yesterday, but her son came home from school really sick on Monday and she actually took the day off completely. As a result, I spent the better part of yesterday doing the laundry, ironing, baking...all the "messy" tasks that I do.
Today, I decided that I would do the dusting and vacuuming (as I would normally do on Wednesday - see? there's that OCD again), but I would throw in the "deep" cleaning...I brought in the ladder and climbed up all 12 feet of it and shined my chandelier that hangs in the entryway of my house...I cleaned all the stupid little shelves that someone decided would be fun to have in a house (which are decorated cutely but collect a heap of dust and pet hair), got all the cobwebs down off the corners and along the ceiling/wall edges. I dusted the pictures, I picked up and dusted all the doo-dads littering my surfaces, I climbed up the 12 feet to clean the ceiling fan in my family room that I think had small animals actually knitting houses out of the dust (I can never convince BB to bring in the big ladder so I can reach it, so it gets done way less than I'd like). I was almost done with the entertainment center when I dropped a really unique green bottle that BB had from before we were married.
Thankfully, the bottle didn't break, but somehow, as it bounced off the molding along the top of the entertainment center, it actually broke the molding right off. Those nifty little brads that were shot in there with the guy who built it's pin nailer broke in half...the molding crashed to the floor, the bottle crashed into my floor lamp, decimating the lamp, but not the bulb (how odd is that?!?!?!?), leaving a nice bottle-size-and-shaped dent in my sheetrock, a chip out of the slate on my hearth, and somehow, someway did not hit me, the cats, any of the children's toys...however...I think I had a heart attack, and about peed my pants...
The significance of this bottle and my worry that it was somehow compromised?!?!?! BB had this insane collection of bottles of all shapes, sizes and worth (mostly junk, but hey...what can you do?) from prior to our marriage, because somewhere he got the impression that these run-of-the-mill bottles were worth some money, and he would have a fortune if he auctioned them on eBay. After 9 years together, I have convinced him that no one would pay more than a nickel for an old Miller Lite bottle from 1970 that has no label, and is chipped. We have since recycled many of them (someday they may end up in the tile on your bathroom wall!), but kept the cool looking ones. He is convinced that I am trying to "throw away" his past...and that I don't let him keep anything that he likes (that's why we have San Francisco Giants crap all over and why I have things around that I detest).
Needless to say, I am concerned more about the bottle than the dent in the wall, and the molding that can easily be repaired if he calls me to tell me where our stupid nail gun is, so I can nail the *&#T$@ thing back together.
In the meantime, I will now log off, sweep my floors, clean my powder room, and vacuum my carpet...
All I can say is "OY!" I think that boy owes me a dinner out for Mexican tonight...
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