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Gayle is arriving tonight. (or late afternoon, we're not sure yet)
I'm nervous and excited and nervous... and... you get the point. I mentioned to Gayle last night when she called that I still have a ton of cleaning up to do. She doesn't care, but laughed at my statement "I clean for first visits, after that visitors better be coming to visit us not the place or my housecleaning!"
At least the *big* stuff is done. I spent about 3 hours yesterday doing dishes. No, we didn't have that many dirty dishes, I'm just a super-freak when it comes to washing the damn things. Today will be for washing the bathroom, setting up the guest room, and general tiding. I really should vacuum as well.
So I'm going to have a cup of java and think out my plan of attack. This will just fly by as soon as I get myself moving. I know because I pulled it off the weekend before last when Mike's parents came to stay with us. I just have to make sure I don't get sidetracked into washing walls or something that can wait.
later...
Note to self and anyone else...
Don't scrub floors with ammonia in rooms with poor ventilation.
That said, my lungs feel clearer than they have in years. Heh. And goddamnit, that floor is *clean* now.
Next up, setting up the guest room. Make the bed, clear out the Sara clutter, and figure out a way to iron the sarong I picked up to be a wall tapestry. Enh, maybe iron it on the bed? We'll see.
Enh, maybe I should rename my journal to "Melesse's cleaning diary"
even later...
Phew. Ok, kitchen is pretty much done all the way down to the floor. Ammonia strikes again! Hey, it's the best floor cleaner in the world. :P
I've been thinking that my plan of attack wasn't exactly the brightest. The living room, you know that area where people usually gather? It's a freaking disaster area right now. The last room to be done, and it's the one people see first, really. Bah. Give me an hour of dedicated cleaning and it'll be as shiny as the rest of the apartment. Er, our bedroom doesn't count. That room is scary. Maybe if I have some time left I'll make the bed and toss some of the assorted clutter into the closet.
Anyways, back to the cleaning. Heh, maybe I'll turn on the cam.
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