It is jaw-dropping news to my sisters that I have become more fastidious the older that I become. This blossoming skill of mine is also in direct contradiction to the life-purpose of my children. Still, I try my best to maintain some sort of cleaning regime within the chaos and grunge these littles exude. I found a new "eco-cleaner" at the store, which is hard to do here in Glasgow. It not only smelled nicely, but when I started to use it today I found that it was working, very, very well! Happy Saturday to me!
It is a sign of a good debater to be able to argue the opposing side's view as well as your own. (The kids are excellent debaters. Excellent.) With this in mind, I changed my cleaning viewpoint and sat at the dining table in G's spot. With my new cleaner in my new cleaning spot, I was happy to wash the table. It was then that I discovered that the rental agency's table did not have marks and mars organic to the wood and giving it character. No. No. It was all grime that I just couldn't see from my standard cleaning angle. I was working too hard to swallow a spoonful of sugar or whistle while I worked... Where is the young Julie Andrews and her special effects crew when I need her?
