Sooooo…. we all know that I am not as good at cleaning house as Lloyd, right? Now, granted, I do a fair amount of the day-to-day drudgery keeping things running that goes unseen: sweeping the basement steps once every three months whether they need it or not; weekly laundry; …. um, it seems like there should be more on this list……
But, when it comes down to Results, nobody beats Lloyd. He can spend ten minutes in a room and make it look spectacular. Not me. Too many distrac hey, is that waxed string? I wonder why we have waxed string. I could totally make a kite.
Where was I? Oh, cleaning. Brad is going to be here over the Christmas break and the upstairs is a disaster. I decided – nay, wrote on my to-do list – that I would spend half an hour cleaning the upstairs bathroom. I actually spent about two or three hours total on it. Yep, I scrubbed the tub and toilet, cleaned out a cabinet and a drawer, built a new entrance to the cat box so the cats won’t track litter all over the floor, moved the rugs around, built a kite, played with Emme, watched part of a tv show on my iPad. I was in and out, what with doing laundry and returning a saw to the basement, the very saw I used for the litter box entrance….
Lloyd came into the bathroom in the evening and said, “I thought you were going to clean this. What have you been doing up here all day?”
Emme and I hid the kite.