Cleaning binges are rare

With Jim my dog walker coming to help with Eddie everyday I've got the impetus to keep the house presentable. Like when you shove everything in the closet or the spare bedroom when guests are coming and you don't have the time to really clean. Only I'm actually keeping everything clean clean. Not just pretending to be civilized clean.

But binges don't happen often enough for me. When I've got the energy, I've got to take advantage of it before it evaporates.



This morning, Eddie (that's him in the picture) got me up early from a Tylenol PM sleep to go out for a potty break at 2. I couldn't fall back asleep again and started on the hall closet.

Can't imagine ANYone needs as many lunch kits as I've managed to collect over the years. One with space for an ice pack to keep food cold. Two that zipper around the top for easy access. A freebie one from the photography studio that folds up on itself like a brown paper lunch bag. It doesn't stay open wide enough for a sandwich holder to fit in without tipping upright. Another that still smells like pickles. Nine gloves, three mittens, a brown pair and one green pair of rubber wellies, snow boots (with cleats) all neatly stowed away and I now have room to put away my bowling bag so I won't be stubbing my toe on it in the dining room anymore.

Will bag up the extra stuff with what I emptied from the bedroom closet for the clothing drop box and reclaim some space while contributing to a free range hanger sculpture that's growing on the bedroom floor. It's like playing Barrel o' Monkeys trying to pick that thing up. No wire hangers!

De-dog haired the sofa, vacuumed the living room, did the kitchen floor and will keep my fingers crossed that the recycling cans don't blow down the street on the next wind gust.