Yesterday was a marathon spring cleaning adventure. Five hours I spent washing and vacuuming and dusting and decluttering. And I’m not done yet.
Is there a more thankless task than housework?
I decided to budget my time. I set the oven for a five-hour self-clean cycle and gave myself five hours to do what I could.
The oven racks needed a good wash. How the hell do these things get so greasy? And why can’t I leave them in the oven in self-clean mode?
Bah.
We rotated the carpets and vacuumed, moving all the furniture out to do it properly. Aha! That’s where all the dead bugs went!
Gag.
I filled two vacuum cleaner bags with lovely assortments of dust, spider webs, fireplace soot, carpet fuzz, dog hair, crispy needles from the long-gone Christmas tree, and whatnot.
Gross.
Another job for the distaff side done and dusted, literally.
