Friday night’s freezing rain caused a spontaneous sleep-over at Danielle’s after movie night. Arriving home I realised the Inu and Kima, my darling kitties, needed to be rescued from my bedroom. They had slipped into my room while I was getting ready the night before and had not escaped before I shut the door. A very foul smell greeted me as I opened the bedroom door.
Cleaning is not my forte. To be honest I put it off as long as possible...and some times longer. I know it’s important and I love it when the place is clean. This isn’t a failure on my mothers part, she taught me how to clean. I just don’t. The biggest motivators for tiding up this past year were people were coming over or I had run out of clean dishes. I feel ashamed but it’s true. Yet, I spent a good part of Saturday scrubbing and scoring for the pure reason of wanting a clean apartment (and to remove the smell).
Maybe I’m turning over a new leaf, who knows? I’ve been motivated by a show I discovered on Kelly’s blog, How Clean is Your House?
It’s become a favourite; the homes are horrible yet I can't look way. I learn good tips, I see how gross things can get if not kept in check, and I have a sense of pride/relief that I’m not the worst of the foul fiends (which then gives me guilt). If you are interested in the rest of the episode here's part 2 and 3.
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