So. What have I accomplished today?
- Closet reorganization.
- Yet another bag of crap from the closet for charity.
- Reorganization of kitchen cabinets, which resulted in a full garbage bag of stuff I disposed of as well as a full box of stuff for charity.
- Removed magnets from refrigerator
- Cleaned out freezer.
- Clean microwave.
- Clean inside of refrigerator section of refrigerator
- Clean entire outside of refrigerator
- Clean counters (didn't do that yesterday)
- Clean sink
- Clean top of stove (have given up on oven)
- Sweep and mop floor.
Update: THE KITCHEN IS DONE! DONE! DONE!
What this means is that all that is left to do is to take out the trash, to vacuum tomorrow as well as to do some organizing odds and ends that I didn't believe constituted necessary actual cleaning, and it will be like I'm living in somebody else's house! (Of course, those organizational things probably will never happen anyway, so it's ok - it's still my home sweet home.)
So. I just took a shower (for I felt like the scum of the earth upon finishing mopping the floor. By the way, I typically don't say "mopping" the floor. I typically say "washing." I think this might be a regionalism - one that only came to my attention when I lived with my ex and he mocked me for it. So now I'm careful to say "mopping." But then when I was talking to A. over the weekend, she said she was going to "wash" her floor, and so now I'm thinking I might revert to saying "wash" rather than "mop" because dude, what's the big deal?
But so anyway, I am clean and my house is clean. And I'm considering going and buying myself a celebratory bottle of wine. And so now, I am DONE with Spring Cleaning 2007! You won't have to read about cleaning any more for a long, long while! Hurrah!
Oh, and I expanded the musical repertoire today, and I remembered that really, the Very Best Cleaning Music Ever is the Violent Femmes. Over, and over, and over again. Why did I think I could ever complete this task without the Femmes? It was just like cleaning my room in high school! (Except without the bitching of my mother in the background.)
(That said, all of the upheaval seems to have upset the Man-Kitty - he hasn't eaten his dinner. I think he doesn't know what to do with all of the activity around this joint.)