Operation: Manhattan continues to roll on! I finished the other half of my kitchen by cleaning the stovetop, the remaining cabinet, organized the coat closet, more dishes and then some. I will have to hire someone to do that deeper cleaning I probably mentioned in earlier posts because I can only “boy clean” as my friend Helen once said in college. Trust me, it’s not a superficial clean in which I just shoved into a closet as Bart Simpson does. I used those magic erasers, cleaning solutions, washed dishes, soap, etc. I ran out of time to do another mopping, I can swing that chore into next weekend.
The kitchen will look sweeter when all those drying dishes get put away. Then my sink will no longer be what I demanded it not be 20 years when the house was being built…a crap-gathering point (I need to submit the term to urban dictionary.com), a promise a certain ex-someone never held up.
Many people didn’t think I could pull this off. Sure it took three weekends yet I am a champion of the gradual approach…only with cleaning a house and exercising (not my politics, economics nor eco-systems). It doesn’t feel so overwhelming in time as you chip away at the problem bit by bit. Plus, keeping it all clean transforms into little, quick chores as I remembered way back in 2005 when I was living alone and the ex- was playing Alton Brown in Phoenix. I’m also trying to get as much done as I can on my own before Jennifer “volunteers” her expertise. She claims it will happen faster with her oversight. Yeah, it probably would. I still want to decide what stays and what goes in the dumpster.
Onward to the next metaphorical mountain shown to the public, the living room.