One good thing (I suppose?) to come out of this situation is that when I get started on cleaning something, it gets done. Like 100% done. I can't half-ass it anymore. Because of this, I give myself only one thing to clean in a day so I don't get crazy.
So today, I tasked myself with cleaning the downstairs bathroom. It's not that it was horribly dirty and would take me forever, but rather it was just something that needed to get cleaned. So I set forth with my bucket of cleaning supplies, the Swiffers - both Wet Jet and regular -, and plugged the ol' iPod in to get me going. O decided that watching mommy clean was more interesting than being upstairs with daddy and M, and also it was fun to dance to her playlist. If there's nothing else cuter than a 3 year old singing and dancing along to adult music songs, I haven't found it yet.
I deep cleaned that bathroom. I'm talking washed the bathtub twice because the first time "wasn't good enough". I scrubbed at the sink with a sponge and a toothbrush. I used the Swiffer to wipe the dust off the walls and then I washed them with the sponge.
Yeah. That bathroom is sparkling now.
I then decided to vacuum and tidy up the bedrooms and hallway, and get started on laundry. But that wasn't my task for today, it was just bonus.
All in all, today was a win. Sure, I cleaned so hard/intensely that I was literally dripping sweat. I don't know if that's impressive or embarassing though.
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