I've been knee deep in spring cleaning for the last two days.
I don't deep clean very often because the OCD part of me takes over and I do things like scoot around on my butt cleaning baseboards with a toothbrush and stand on a ladder to wash the upper parts of the walls.
I also sort and organize as I go. My hall closet is now a masterpiece, and you should see the truck load of stuff that I made Gilberto haul off to Goodwill! It felt SO good to see it all go, even though I had to justify why I wanted to get rid of every single item to my pack rat of a husband. I think it physically pained him to drive the load away.
This type of approach takes time, too. So after two days, I've only just finished the downstairs. The sad part is that looking around, you can't really tell at all.
Tomorrow I start with the upstairs, though I need to speed things up. Not only do I have an out of town friend coming to stay with us starting tomorrow night who probably wouldn't enjoy spending her vacation watching me scrub furniture, I also have serious issues with spending more than three days deep cleaning my house. Three is okay, but four is a deal breaker.
That's when hiring some help comes into play. Since we don't have the money to do that now that I'm not working, I guess whatever doesn't get done tomorrow will have to wait until the fall.
Plus, I have other things to worry about. Like how Gabi has started to eat her boogers.
She has given me two reasons for why she doesn't want to stop. One, it's far more convenient to just eat them than wait for a tissue. And two, they're tasty. My logical, disgusting child.
Advice is welcome.