I've spent the last few days in a cleaning frenzy. Now that my kitchen is done, I don't have any more excuses for the inch and a half of dust that has accumulated on every surface of my home. You know it's time to do something about it when your kids start leaving you messages written on top of the piano. Who needs dry erase anyway?
I filled a vaccum bag, used up most of a can of furniture polish, am stiff in the shoulders from washing and scrubbing, but at least the bottom floor of the house is clean. Well, almost. I haven't gotten to the bathroom yet. We won't talk about how the kids are leaving me messages in there...
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