Spring cleaning frenzy

I posted this last night under a different title. Once it showed up in the reader I cringed at the stupid title I came up with so I took it down. I came up with a different title and here you go. πŸ˜ƒ

The empty-nest followers of this blog assure me that life will get too quiet when the minions depart our humble abode. I know this, and I both look forward to and dread it somewhat. In the meantime, our mayhem at least provides blog fodder. πŸ˜‰

* * *

My Saturday began with sneezing.

Am I developing seasonal allergies in midlife suddenly? Or is my cold coming back?

I looked around me and noticed the house seems brighter than usual. Is that sunshine? Are we finally getting some spring-like weather?

Yes. My living room was flooded with golden light. Seems the rain from earlier in the morning moved on and took the doom and gloom with it. How long will it last?

Unfortunately I couldn’t contemplate at the moment, was busy sneezing again.

I reached for a tissue from the box on the ottoman. Empty.

Fine, I’ll get up and get the box from the counter.

Not there. (This, new moms and dads, is family life. Nothing is ever where it’s supposed to be.)

Still sneezing.

Something was flying through the air…I looked closer.

Dust.

I look around me. More dust.

It’s the sunshine’s fault for highlighting the dust in this house!

I finally found a box of tissues on the dining table but noticed it, too, was almost empty.

Of course it was.

But we have sunshine! Let’s keep the positive vibe going here..

I walked over to my holy spot on the edge of my kitchen island and wrote down tissue boxes on my list. How could I forget to pick those up yesterday when I did a massive shopping trip? I remembered toilet paper and paper towels…how could I bypass the tissue boxes? I mean, they’re all located in the same aisle…

Shopping never ends. This too, new moms and dads, is family life. Hah.

I decided that vacuuming this main floor can no longer be put off. I hoped the bag wasn’t full as I lugged the vacuum cleaner upstairs along very dirty basement steps. Isn’t this a kid’s job to sweep those?

Must find a way to insist chores get done before play.

This parenting gig is getting old.

As I lifted the corners of the area rug underneath the couch it occurred to me that dust travels. I looked at the big screen TV. Covered in dust.

I made a note to pull its unit, to which the TV is attached, forward, away from the wall, so I could suck up the dirt back there.

This is what I found:

The picture doesn’t do it justice, it was much grosser looking in real terms.

Once I was done with that, I moved the couch, a sectional requiring quite a bit of muscle power, and rolled up the area rug. Almost killed myself in the process but I couldn’t ask for help because the family was all out. Which was just as well since this type of cleaning makes me somewhat rage-y (surprise!) and I’m better off doing it myself. Without someone saying things like this to me:

“You have to do this now? I’m watching a game here.”

or

“It’s not dirty, you’re exaggerating!”

or

“I just got home I’m tired, I don’t feel like doing chores now.”

or

“Why do you have to clean so much, it’s fine!”

While I had the vacuum cleaner on this floor I decided to take apart the drawer under the sink that houses the garbage and compost receptacles as well.

You can thank me for not taking pictures.

How is it this grime only bothers me but no one else?

I threw out a bunch of stuff in the process because why not? No one will miss it anyway…

I wasn’t happy while I was cleaning, but I am a little happier now that at least part of the house is dust free.

See?

Did I mention the dryer broke? The towels managed to dry but once I pressed the button for the next load it wouldn’t start. I tried to wait a bit, tried different cycles…nothing. I don’t know what happened. Which means the bed sheets have to wait until tomorrow so I can hang them outside. Not enough space indoors to hang things other than stuff that fits on hangers or racks.

I just hope it doesn’t rain again.

While in full-on cleaning mode I also started on the bathroom though it didn’t get done. People came home and needed rides to baseball diamonds so I spent the next hour schlepping kids. Of course, that too was an adventure. (Have you read here before? My life is nuts.)

To drop one kid at a diamond I had to go in the back way as the regular parking lot is under construction. To get to the back you had to drive through more construction (they’re replacing water pipes or something) and then park at a high school. According to street view on Goggle maps, there is plenty of parking right at the bottom where a narrow path will lead to the diamond. Easy peasy.

Except.

There was temporary fencing blocking the parking behind the high school.

Because of course there was. πŸ™„

Anyway, I managed to get the teen dropped off, managed to get to the other diamond to pick up the other one, and managed to get home in one piece without further disruption. Things were finally looking up. Plus, the house had less dust. πŸ˜‚

I’m done.

Wine time! 🍷

23 thoughts on “Spring cleaning frenzy

  1. Ah yes, the cycle of dirt is never ending, and just a warning, your children will never adjust to cleaning up to your standards until they have their own home. Then and only then will they see why you β€˜raged’ so much, and that sweet day my friend, is PAYBACK! Keep venting….it’s good for the soul.

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  2. Nice to know that I’m not the only one who starts throwing stuff away when cleaning. It’s always amazing how much broken or forgotten suddenly appears when I start to move the furniture — and it all goes in the bin before anyone has a chance to remember it.

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  3. Sounds so similar to my kinds of mayhem. In a strange sort of way it’s nice to know I’m not the only one that gets really, really angry while clearing up, but also feels a sense of accomplishment once done (even though it will all get wrecked again within hours).

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  4. Oh my I hear ya ! Having carpeting in my living room is the worst warm but such a dust maker . I too can see the dust lingering in the air and on tv when the sun shine in . It makes me cringe …. by the way love your hair . And yes if you read my post today . I dreaded when my son was away at Basic but today I was ready for him to start college now .. yes it is a dread but then not. Such an up and down feeling let you know when he leaves for college how I feel.

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  5. Oh, my dear, I SO feel you! We rented a giant dumpster today and had our two grown sons come to help us, asking each to bring a strong friend. In two hours the young men had tossed out three decades of accrued “stuff”. Now I am left with the need to clean under and behind where it once stood……! Ragey is the best description fo my feelings that I have ever seen.

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  6. And why is it that all the dust and grime is back the very next day?????

    And thanks for reminding me that I really need to vacuum and dust MY room. The only neglected room in the house.

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