Glass Slipperless

Sorry about the temporary blahg hiatus, but I've been really busy. Really.

I've been a cleaning machine, and within a week cleaned tw houses, count'em ... one house, two house ... sore muscles, dry hands, stuffy nose from all the dust. TWO houses! The second house was that of the parentals and I would clean 1,000 other houses instead of having to clean this one. My mother possesses the soul of Atilla the Hun when it comes to cleaning, and she is BRUTAL when she doesn't believe you have cleaned properly.

Have I mentioned before that when you live with your parents, as an adult, you revert to the age of 12 in their eyes? Something for you to think about before blithely saying "I think I'll move back in with my parents temporarily before my new house is ready." You've been warned.

Anyway, back to the cleaning ...

When cleaning the bathrooms in my mother's house, one uses 5 different cleaning products: Lysol Direct spray cleaner, Scrubbing Bubbles, Clorox toilet bowl cleaner, Spray 409 with the power of oranges, and Comet.

Then you have the cleaning implements: rubber gloves, sponge, scrungee (a sponge with a rough side for scrubbing), scrub brush, tooth brush, Clorox toilet wipes (WONDERFUL invention, get some of these!) and Q-tips.

"Q-tips?"

Yes, Q-tips. It's really gross, why they are needed, so if you are an easy queasy, skip this part. Q-tips are used to clean around the toilet, the part that holds the seat on, because 'dark stuff' gathers there and it needs to be removed. When I was about 10 I remember my mother yelling at me because I hadn't cleaned the 'dark stuff' and she informed me (as she waved a dark stuff encrusted Q-tip under my nose) that the 'dark stuff' is 'SHIT' ... since that day, I have been very careful not to let any 'dark stuff' accumulate anywhere on MY toilets! Screw flash cards, you want a child to learn something, use a Q-tip! THAT makes a real impact.

So, I cleaned and cleaned and now the house sparkles. Which is good because relatives are coming for their first view of the new parental castle. I, Sharondarella, shall hide in my princess tower until they are gone, when I shall come out to mop the floors, do the dishes, clean the grout, do the laundry, scrub the walls, wash the windows ... where the hell is that Prince with my glass slipper, already?