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rikibethOh, yes, indeed, the kitchen is shiny.
I swear to you, my to-do list only said "kitchen floor."
This, however, is something of a trap.
You see, Ihave this mental block, where I can't really clean the kitchen floor until the rest of the surfaces in the kitchen are clean, because, after all, if I clean them AFTER, the crumbs and soapy water and stuff will land on the clean floor and make me have to do it all over again.
Still, I had just planned to move the chairs out of the way and do the floor.
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shadowflyer was cleaning off the stove top in preparation for cooking some breakfast. And he was using a dish sponge with a scrubby side. I said, "here, let me do that the EASY way," and grabbed a disposable scrubby wipe, and went to town on the stove top.
This started a Psychotic PMS-fueled Cleaning Binge, as I started working my way around the perimeter of the room. Countertops, cabinet facings, appliances, WALLS... eventually I ran out of scrubby wipes and wound up going to a green scrubby pad, a microfiber cloth, a bucket of hot water, and a spray bottle of Greased Lightning. I mean, I even did cabinet handles.
I chasedshadowflyer out of the kitchen pretty early on, after he'd finished up what dishes were in the sink and was making back- and wrist-hurty noises. I said "don't do the tasks that physically hurt you. Go do the ones that aren't physically demanding, but that I can't deal with psychologically." So, at my direction, he went into the laundry room and, while doing fairly routine loads of our laundry, sorted through the Stupidly Large Basket of melovechocolate's clean clothes, many of which were decidedly outgrown, and got them into a bag for dropping off at the thrift store. He also cleaned up some of the other clutter, which will make it easier for me to clean up the disaster area around my computer, I hope.
I still hadn't gotten to the floor by the time we needed to start cooking dinner.shadowflyer put the roast in, and set up the potatoes for mashed, and we were GOING to have roasted carrots, but when I went to shake the baking sheet after they'd been in for a bit, I spilled them all over the still-grungy floor. So we had green beans.
When the floor was FINALLY done, and freshly-washed kitchen mats put down in front of the sink and the cutting board spot, we collaborated on a really nice mushroom gravy. Sauteed mushrooms, some more of the caramelized onions, a splash of port, some meat juices, and the drippings from the roasting pan deglazed with hot water.
Pat (the artist formerly known aseirehound) showed up just as we were serving everything out, so we got to share dinner. Pat had very kindly agreed to buy us the gas we'd need to get back and forth to Northampton for the Bishop's session, you see. Without that, we would not have made it there this week, because until my first paycheck comes in from my new job, we're Tap City.
More of the session tunes came back to me than I'd expected, and I had a much-needed pint of Guinness, so it was a very nice thing that we got to go.
I think I am going to be a lot less ambitious cleaning today -- I pulled recyclable empty bottles from the bathroom, and I've done the cat box, and I cleaned my boots and am going to oil them before I have to go to work this evening, but I don't know how much else I'm going to do.
Still, the kitchen is shiny, and that's something good.
I swear to you, my to-do list only said "kitchen floor."
This, however, is something of a trap.
You see, Ihave this mental block, where I can't really clean the kitchen floor until the rest of the surfaces in the kitchen are clean, because, after all, if I clean them AFTER, the crumbs and soapy water and stuff will land on the clean floor and make me have to do it all over again.
Still, I had just planned to move the chairs out of the way and do the floor.
But
shadowflyer was cleaning off the stove top in preparation for cooking some breakfast. And he was using a dish sponge with a scrubby side. I said, "here, let me do that the EASY way," and grabbed a disposable scrubby wipe, and went to town on the stove top.This started a Psychotic PMS-fueled Cleaning Binge, as I started working my way around the perimeter of the room. Countertops, cabinet facings, appliances, WALLS... eventually I ran out of scrubby wipes and wound up going to a green scrubby pad, a microfiber cloth, a bucket of hot water, and a spray bottle of Greased Lightning. I mean, I even did cabinet handles.
I chased
shadowflyer out of the kitchen pretty early on, after he'd finished up what dishes were in the sink and was making back- and wrist-hurty noises. I said "don't do the tasks that physically hurt you. Go do the ones that aren't physically demanding, but that I can't deal with psychologically." So, at my direction, he went into the laundry room and, while doing fairly routine loads of our laundry, sorted through the Stupidly Large Basket of melovechocolate's clean clothes, many of which were decidedly outgrown, and got them into a bag for dropping off at the thrift store. He also cleaned up some of the other clutter, which will make it easier for me to clean up the disaster area around my computer, I hope.I still hadn't gotten to the floor by the time we needed to start cooking dinner.
shadowflyer put the roast in, and set up the potatoes for mashed, and we were GOING to have roasted carrots, but when I went to shake the baking sheet after they'd been in for a bit, I spilled them all over the still-grungy floor. So we had green beans.When the floor was FINALLY done, and freshly-washed kitchen mats put down in front of the sink and the cutting board spot, we collaborated on a really nice mushroom gravy. Sauteed mushrooms, some more of the caramelized onions, a splash of port, some meat juices, and the drippings from the roasting pan deglazed with hot water.
Pat (the artist formerly known as
eirehound) showed up just as we were serving everything out, so we got to share dinner. Pat had very kindly agreed to buy us the gas we'd need to get back and forth to Northampton for the Bishop's session, you see. Without that, we would not have made it there this week, because until my first paycheck comes in from my new job, we're Tap City. More of the session tunes came back to me than I'd expected, and I had a much-needed pint of Guinness, so it was a very nice thing that we got to go.
I think I am going to be a lot less ambitious cleaning today -- I pulled recyclable empty bottles from the bathroom, and I've done the cat box, and I cleaned my boots and am going to oil them before I have to go to work this evening, but I don't know how much else I'm going to do.
Still, the kitchen is shiny, and that's something good.
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Date: 2005-04-01 05:44 pm (UTC)I suffer from the same syndrome - top down cleaning, or why bother?
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Date: 2005-04-01 06:04 pm (UTC)shiny kitchen = yay!
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Date: 2005-04-01 07:18 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-01 10:50 pm (UTC)Shiny is good. *nods sagely*
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Date: 2005-04-02 05:46 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2005-04-03 09:43 pm (UTC)But I can't come clean yours unless you hit it with a labeler first so I don't screw up the milchik and flaishik stuff. And my PMS will be hitting right when it's time to store away the Passover sets...
Maybe not. :)