So I've been on this clean tangent, not because I am a freak, but because it seems that everything has gotten so out of control while I was busy playing and laughing with my children. (Shame on me!)
I'd not trade the moments, of course, but being super fond of organization, it catches up to me when I'm not looking, and all of a sudden I just freak out, and go around throwing things and yelling, and in general appearing as an insane madwoman to my children and husband.
Not a pretty sight!
That being said, there have been several things building up that have made me shudder through to my very soul, loooong past the nerves - which have been practically on the outside of my skin lately.
One of them is my carpet. (I've had a couple of moments where I've seriously considered ripping it out during a fit. I confessed it to Eric, and he said "I'd not be surprised.") I've told you of its despiciousness. Along with a couple of dark puddles (I know what they aren't - pee, but I don't know what they are) there are the many popsicle stains, squished raspberries, chocolate splatters, many squished little tomatoes, and the newest atrocity - black acrylics - you know - like the lovely pastels, except they're oil, and like a beautiful soft crayon. Love them! Not so crazy about them being used to draw on the carpet.
So... carpet has become rather gruesomely sticky lately. Not too many things worse than a sticky carpet to someone who likes things really clean, and fresh, breezy mojo going around.
So. Yucky carpet.
Laundry from here to high water. Really. It's been a bihihihig problem around here for about a month (two?).
Not like those folks you see on tv... with the laundry and garbage everywhere... though it seems like it at times.... but still, at any time probably five loads that need to be folded. Imperative stuff. Shorts, socks, underwear, sift, sift, sift through anytime you need something - now where does the clean end and the dirty begin is the real question. Not fun.
So yesterday I tackled the laundry - took me from about two - and I was still going at it at 10pm. (said I was gonna do 10 loads. You thought I was kidding, but I wasn't. You are getting all the dirt today... 2 tons of it, in fact!)
I am happy to say that the laundry sitch is under control.
Along that vein... the children's sometimes pallette (mostly they end up in our bed) needed to be washed. They sleep next to our bed upon two king-sized sleeping bags, which are our camping bags, and have not been washed due to their huge size in about two -or more- years.
Today, by Jove, I was taking them to the laundromat!
There is a problem with one of my closets. It's in the master bath (eric's bathroom) and it's a closet that houses shelves, so it holds mine and his foldables... tshirts, capilenes, jeans, long johns, shorts, my tanks, etc.
It has been probably three years since I've cleaned it out and straighten it. Today I had plans to chuck many of the clothes straightaway into the garbage. It holds mostly camping clothes for me... you know... those things that were favorites nine years ago that I can't bear to let go of.
A serious project. But I am determined.
Walk in the livingroom. See the marks on the carpet. By God, I am taking in that damned carpet shampooer today (to the repair shop)! And did so.
Came home from doing that and visiting the grocer, and then started on the stains in the carpet with a nylon heavy-duty brush and the wonder of all wonder-cleaners, Advanage. (love that stuff! A young man sold it to me last night... I've been a fan for several years, so I said "sign me up!" Citrus, of course.)
Into the kitchen. Oh yeah. Dishwasher. Dishwasher is clogged. Don't know how... we never put anything in there, and it has its own disposal, but there is three inches of water standing in the bottom of it, the cycle is over, and we canna wash dishes in there until it's fixed.
Things like that are usually my department. For a variety of reasons.
(sigh) "Fine. May as well do this one too." Start on it. Trev comes in. Can I help? (grrr) No, Bud, I'm grouchy.... Okay, you can help." "Uhn, me too!" (Insert Lurch style groan.)
Unscrew the dishwasher from the cupboard mounts. Pull it out. Have to put in a shimmy first... blahblahblah... process/process/ look underneath. Water in tube goes all the way to the machine.
"Okay. Gotta get the plug off the mount, and figure out how to let all the water drain out of the drain hose without electrocuting myself, or spraying water all over the motor and electrical wires.
Not sure what's going on, so I'll empty it, then turn it on, and see if I get a clue."
This is the funny ending to this crazy post...
Get it unloaded, and switch it to "rinse", to look underneath to see what exactly is going on, and it goes "RRrrrrrrr, gurgle, gurgle, gurgle", and drains just fine into the bottom of the sink's drain (where the hose attaches to the sink drain.) No problem.
God. "Maddie Turned The Damned Dial! (midstream in yesterday's washing the dishes. It was in the middle, and she turned it to the "end".) I'm such an Idiot!"
She does it all time time (when it's not in use) why the hell didn't I think of it? She probably did it right in front of me!
I was in serious need of the levity, friends.
In case you're wondering about the state of my mental health....
I'm not really the "clean up a mess with a paper towel as you go" type.
I'm more of a "start at the ceiling" sort of cleaner. Not that I always let it go that long, but it has to be clean to the the lowest molecule in order to be "clean" to me.
It's probably partly related to ocd, which I certainly have a keen understanding of.
But to me... I have to know deep, deep down that it's clean, not just "looks" clean.
You've seen a very strange side of me in this post...
and I'm off to put in another load of laundry.....
Good day Sir.