When I'm alone, I tend to go crazy with the whole cleaning/home repair shtick. Not only did I finish the painting of the bathroom, I also redid the ceiling and the trim of the bathroom in white high gloss paint. Did I stop there? Of course not. I completely cleaned every square inch of the bathroom with my old friend Clorox. I then was distracted by the lighting fixtures in my apartment which had gathered a copious amount of dust. They were washed and Windexed and Boraxed till they gleamed. Then I noticed the windows. Oh my. They needed cleaning. I have eleven large windows in my apartment. They are now crystal clear. On both sides. What's next? The chandelier in the dining room is thick with dust. That cleaning alone took an hour.
I then scrubbed the hardwood floors with a brush, on my knees like a medieval wench. I washed the tile in the foyer. I dusted all the woodwork in my dining room. I hung art in a couple of rooms. I moved more furniture around. Again. I changed some lighting. Again. I washed down the walls of my kitchen with my old friend Clorox until they shone. And I moved more art. Again.
I know it's compulsive, but if this kind of activity translates into some sense of satisfaction and accomplishment. well then, so be it.
It's not easy being anal retentive.
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Can you come down to DC and help me out? :O)
And do you use Clorox straight or with water?
Straight, no chaser, Chief.
That's not anal, chicken and waffles. It's the female thing; it's called nesting. The air is starting to get cooler and the females of all species are doing the same thing, readying the nest for a long winter!
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