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How The Hell Am I Supposed To Do THIS?!

It’s been about 4 years since the “remodel” of our house started.  It quickly became a complete tear up, or down, and has now reached the point where I can see a pinprick of light at the end of the proverbial tunnel.

I am having a party on Saturday.  My daughter turned 15 this week, and well this IS her house, so finally her birthday will be here come hell or high water.  OK, I probably shouldn’t have said high water since we are having a day of monsoon like storms.

We started the clean up last week.  It started slow with me staring and blinking so hard you could probably hear it.  I then cried numerous times while picking things up in a room that we used to put EVERYTHING in.  Every time I picked something up a creepy crawly thing would appear, or some kind of gross event.  Gross enough to make me gag or just think to myself that I can’t believe this part of the house is so freaking disgusting.

I am so ashamed of myself.  I cannot believe it got to this point.  I was not raised like this and neither was my husband.  He apologized saying he was a hoarder, I apologized for just not doing anything about it.  We are both at fault here.  At least we intervened on our own, that’s the bright side.  Working together at first was really tense.  Then something really cool happened.  We started working TOGETHER!  Laughing and giggling til tears streamed down our faces.  The accomplishments at the end of each day gave us a sense of purpose and has brought us closer.

Finally true pride in my home has hit me.  I know what happened.

As a child and into adolescence I grew up pretty rough.  I would say poor at times, other times just scraping by.  My mom used to take us to the area that I live now and talk about living here someday, or we would just looked at the houses and dream.  My mom would take us down to the beach that I now look at every day and say that we could live like this if we worked hard with our minds, not our hands.

So here I am.  I have arrived.  I used to feel like this was not permanent.  I don’t know why.  I would look around and think “Take it in, because it will be taken from you.”  I have no idea why I would think like that.  It was almost like I never let this truly feel like my home.  Well damn it!  IT’S MINE! FINALLY!

My daughter deserves a house that isn’t sheet rock and plywood floors anymore.  Don’t get me wrong, it’s not a dump by any means, it has just been neglected in some areas while fixing the others.  FIXING, like putting it back together.

2 days to go.  Still need to pressure wash, get 7 or 8 ladders out of the living room/entry way, clean up tools such as tubs of mud and trowels.  Vacuum up the dust from sanding the walls.

Now that I have actually written this I know exactly how to do this! Image

I am truly grateful for all that I have.  I am even more grateful for throwing a lot of stuff out!  Simple is really easier.  No clutter, both in my house and mind.

This is not the hardest I have ever worked, but something was so hard about it.  Letting go of the guilt now and cleaning this shit up.  Time to knock it off and take control of my life.

Em

What A Difference A Clean Fridge Makes

IMG_2563This will be my last unscheduled post for at least a week.  I just couldn’t stay away!  🙂

As many of you know, I am in the middle of moving.  In fact, moving day is this Saturday.  Weirdo-me is cleaning all the appliances before moving.  I wiped down the washer and dryer and am half-way done cleaning out the fridge.

Should I tell you this?  It’s sort of embarrassing.  Well… maybe it’ll help someone else.  Our garage is dark and dank, and that’s where we had to put the washer and dryer in this house.  It’s not like I’m a super gross, messy person either!  When I was wiping down the washer, I decided to clean out the little drawer where the detergent goes.  I pulled it out and…. Mold.

W. T. F-ing. F???

It was in the compartment where the fabric softener is poured and in the space where the drawer goes on that particular side only .  I don’t use fabric softener anymore, and I haven’t for quite some time.  The detergent I use now has natural stuff in it that acts as a softener.

That blue softener I used to use would clog up that compartment, and it used to piss me off.  Now that blue softener pisses me off even more because I am almost definitely sure that’s the cause of the mold.

So I had to scrub.  And scrub.  And scrub.  Until my OCD-self was pleased with the cleaning results.  I never would have known it was there if I hadn’t pulled the drawer out.

Anyway, back to my fridge.  It was like a breath of fresh air!  I only finished the door last night – hence, only the picture of the door.  I took off all the shelves and washed them lovingly by hand.  I threw out all the gross, expired stuff and cleaned the bottoms of the remaining jars and containers.  Then I put everything back and…

It was so pretty!

Hey, I take pleasure in the little things.  As most of us moms know, the fridge has the ability to turn into quite the disgusting creature.  Many of us don’t have the time to clean it properly, wiping it down thoroughly and hand-washing drawers and shelves.

But we actually should find the time, as we do some other things when pressed.  I remember reading articles about how unhealthy a dirty fridge can be.  And when I think about it, yeah, I should have cleaned my fridge sooner.

All those crumbs and spilled liquids had been there for I don’t know how long.  That’s old food.  Old food breeds bacteria.  We don’t eat old food because it’s rotten, breeding bacteria, promoting mold growth, and it’ll make us ill.  And because that’s just gross.

I used to clean our fridge on a regular basis when we lived at our previous house.  *sigh*  There are a lot of things I’ve put by the wayside living in this house.

Now when I open the fridge, it’s like I hear an angel choir singing and light shining down from the heavens.  Everything seems so bright and shiny; whereas before, my fridge was not a pretty or appetizing sight.

Wait.  I make it seem as though my fridge should have been condemned and demolished.  It wasn’t that gross.  It was normal dirty, if that makes sense.

Anyway, it puts a smile on my face when I open my fridge now.