Is it too early? I’ve had this wild hair up my butt about cleaning the past week or so. The kibble pieces and litter crumbs have begun to really annoy me when I walk on them barefoot. I had been using the Roombas, but I found that the little Bissell Catchall takes less time, even though I’m the one pushing it. About fifteen minutes to do the house. When I found out they were no longer selling the Catchall, I bought an extra battery charger and extra batteries. The batteries take two hours to charge and only run for about fifteen minutes. That’s how I know how long it takes to do the house.
I don’t do the cat furniture, only the big machine does a decent job on those. So, every couple of weeks I’ll run the big vacuum and while I’m doing that, I think I’ll run the Scooba to wash the floors.
A couple of weeks ago, I ordered a new Singer sewing machine from CostCo. It got here Monday and I realized I had no place to put it. It’s an embroidery machine that you attach to your computer. I moved it to the exercise room and have pretty much decided I need to get ruthless in that room and toss out stuff that we haven’t used in years. Then move some of my stuff around to make room for the sewing machine. That’s my plan for this weekend.
Aren’t you jealous I’ll be doing something I shouldn’t have to be doing? I’m fifty-three years old and I’m finally discovering how much more efficient life can be when everything is kept in its place. It’s been gradual, starting the last year or so. At my mom’s on Christmas Eve, I was appalled at how disorganized her drawers were. Nothing made sense, if you could even find it. I know I’ll never be a Monica Geller Bing, but I have to admit it’s sure nice to know where things are instead of pulling my hair out looking for them.
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