We started spring cleaning today. I've been putting off actual cleaning since January, since we at some theoretical point will have a closing date set for our new house and I figured why not just clean once at the end? But then I got to thinking... have you ever moved and been pretty disgusted / embarrassed by what was found under your furniture. Case in point (this was after I removed a pair of boy's underwear with a banana peel on top of them):
I can't feign complete innocence on my part, I do see a Hagen-Daz wrapper in there. And yet somehow beneath all the mess and under the couch, I found this sweet little thing.
In between trashing the rest of the house, the munchkins were very helpful with polishing furniture, washing windows and mopping the floor.
The most bizarre episode today is that my vacuum cleaner somehow managed to suck up a whole, unblemished mechanical pencil all the way to the entrance of the vacuum bag. And on the subject of vacuum bags, whoever decided bagless was a good idea? I don't want to see that nastiness and sure don't want it all blowing up in my face when I bang it out over the garbage can.
The room feels so much better, all spring cleaned and empty of the sluggish winter energy. For once I love that I can sit in it and not see a single other room in the house. Maybe if I wish really hard I'll walk out of the room and the rest of the house will match.
