A touch of Cinderella

I remember my college roommate and my best friends comments about me when I set about to clean. My idea of cleaning is more like a spring cleaning (although I could eliminate this by doing it more often--tee hee!). I didn't own a mop, but now that I am a mom, I have a Swiffer WetJet. But still to this day, I prefer to clean a floor by getting on my hands and knees with a scrub brush and rag and scrub the floor. I'm absolutely mad I tell you.

What prompts this post? Well, tonight I made up my mind I was cleaning the bathroom. I started at 8, and at 9:30 as I sit and type this post, I am still not completely finished, but I have retired for the night due to exhaustion. The sink and toilet are scrubbed; the tub is as well but there are still a few areas that I need to get a Magic Eraser after that I decided can wait until tomorrow evening. I have also put off sweeping and scrubbing the bathroom floor until tomorrow.

This cleaning episode also consisted of:

(1) cleaning M's step stool
(2) throwing away old bath toys and putting the new ones in the shower bag
(3) throwing away the bath mat and making a note on the need to buy list to buy a replacement
(4) throwing out the old magazines that were in there
(5) checking shampoo, conditioner, and shaving cream bottles and throwing away ones that are low or empty that haven't made it to the trash yet
(6) cleaning the glass
(7) clearing off the vanity

So, Tanner, you can see I haven't changed. I would have continued cleaning tonight if I wasn't getting tired and getting hot. The backache I was getting from bending over scrubbing didn't help either.

Well, I'm off to empty the dryer so I can start a load of darks in the washer and move them to the dryer tomorrow morning.

*Disclaimer: In no way does the title of this post indicate that I do everything around here because I don't. B cooked dinner tonight and did the dishes and unloaded the dishwasher. He also has kept M corraled while I cleaned. It's all about give and take.