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I am a cleaning freak of nature once I finally work up the energy to do it.
There was no writing done yesterday because Captain and I spent the entire day Cleaning All the Things!
Except the bathroom - we're saving that for mid-week, just before my family arrives for a visit, so they can be greeted by a sparkly clean toilet!
Captain agreed to help with the cleaning, but I don't think he actually knew what he was agreeing too because he looked very funny when I told him one of us (Two guesses who) was going to have to get on their hands and knees and clean the baseboards. I think he thought I was joking.
Hahaha, silly Captain.
Seriously though, so much dog hair along the baseboards. Between that, and what I got off the back of the sofa with the Pledge pet hair picker upper roller thingies (So many new cleaning supplies to play with! Cleaning is almost fun! Hahaha, I lie.) and what was wedged between the sofa cushions, I could have had another dog. Something small, and possibly yippy. Perhaps a large cat.
Anywho - HOURS SPENT CLEANING.
I've been reading "Ask a Clean Lady" on the Hairpin, and now I desperately want to make baking soda and vinegar volcanoes in the bathroom sink to see if it will make the drain faster. Also, white vinegar and baking soda are apparently things that you can clean EVERYTHING with if you want to, although not usually at the same time, see above mentioned volcano. We've even got a bowl of white vinegar sitting in Captain's room in an effort to remove The Phantom Smell that he can not detect but I totally can.
Are all men like that, btw?
Anywho again - Entire day spent cleaning, then we cleaned up and went to eat the roast/potatoes/onions/carrots that had been in the slow cooker for roughly eightybajillion hours (also known as "since the night before") and discovered that A) we both won't eat giant gross slimy onions, B) the carrots had sort of turned an unhealthy shade of gray-orange and also neither of us wanted to eat them, C) the orange color that had leached off the carrots had infected the potatoes, which also tasted disgustingly like the gross carrots so neither of us wanted to eat them, either and finally D) the roast was vaguely carroty gross as well. We ended up tupperwaring the roast and going out for Mexican.
Moral of that story - Even a completely frozen roast does not need to sit in a crock pot over night and all day. Also, my husband is not really a better cook than I am, even though I am totally a shitty cook. We both just assumed he couldn't be any worse than me, which is technically true, but he is also not what I would call "a better cook" either. Lesson learned.
There was no writing done yesterday because Captain and I spent the entire day Cleaning All the Things!
Except the bathroom - we're saving that for mid-week, just before my family arrives for a visit, so they can be greeted by a sparkly clean toilet!
Captain agreed to help with the cleaning, but I don't think he actually knew what he was agreeing too because he looked very funny when I told him one of us (Two guesses who) was going to have to get on their hands and knees and clean the baseboards. I think he thought I was joking.
Hahaha, silly Captain.
Seriously though, so much dog hair along the baseboards. Between that, and what I got off the back of the sofa with the Pledge pet hair picker upper roller thingies (So many new cleaning supplies to play with! Cleaning is almost fun! Hahaha, I lie.) and what was wedged between the sofa cushions, I could have had another dog. Something small, and possibly yippy. Perhaps a large cat.
Anywho - HOURS SPENT CLEANING.
I've been reading "Ask a Clean Lady" on the Hairpin, and now I desperately want to make baking soda and vinegar volcanoes in the bathroom sink to see if it will make the drain faster. Also, white vinegar and baking soda are apparently things that you can clean EVERYTHING with if you want to, although not usually at the same time, see above mentioned volcano. We've even got a bowl of white vinegar sitting in Captain's room in an effort to remove The Phantom Smell that he can not detect but I totally can.
Are all men like that, btw?
Anywho again - Entire day spent cleaning, then we cleaned up and went to eat the roast/potatoes/onions/carrots that had been in the slow cooker for roughly eightybajillion hours (also known as "since the night before") and discovered that A) we both won't eat giant gross slimy onions, B) the carrots had sort of turned an unhealthy shade of gray-orange and also neither of us wanted to eat them, C) the orange color that had leached off the carrots had infected the potatoes, which also tasted disgustingly like the gross carrots so neither of us wanted to eat them, either and finally D) the roast was vaguely carroty gross as well. We ended up tupperwaring the roast and going out for Mexican.
Moral of that story - Even a completely frozen roast does not need to sit in a crock pot over night and all day. Also, my husband is not really a better cook than I am, even though I am totally a shitty cook. We both just assumed he couldn't be any worse than me, which is technically true, but he is also not what I would call "a better cook" either. Lesson learned.
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Now I kind of want to do a baking soda and vinegar volcano too.