During the week, like most families, we kinda let the house go. Sure, we get the basics done: dishes, trash, laundry, maybe sweeping the floors mid-week, but for the most part, cleaning gets put on the back burner in place of the more important, and busy, day-to-day tasks.
So, come Friday, I feel as though we're just living in filth.
Thankfully, I don't teach on Fridays, and in the afternoon, I take Norah to daycare, so that's when I get the house cleaned (if I'm fast, I also try to squeeze in a nap or something relaxing before Jerry and Norah get home). But, lately I've been afflicted with that terrible compulsion in the 3rd trimester of "nesting," meaning that I feel the need to clean really, really well.
So yesterday, I spent 3 and 1/2 hours cleaning. Sure I did the regular stuff -- wiping off every surface that is goobbered with handprints, boogers, and drool -- but I also did some "extra stuff." I cleaned out the fridge (I hate this task, there's always some scary forgotten item in there that you discover and that makes you gag), I moved the couch in the office and cleaned behind and under it, and I cleaned all of our glass doors.
By the end of my cleaning spree, I felt pretty spent. 3+ hours of cleaning would be tough physical work no matter what, but when you're 8 months pregnant and cleaning floors with a basketball sticking out in front of you, it's even tougher. Still, it's so satisfying to feel like things are clean and orderly, even if it is always temporary...
...as soon as Norah gets home she sets to work at re-dirtifying the house. Case in point: about a week ago, I washed the curtains in the house, and they had been sparkling clean for about 2 days, when one morning Norah decided to use the curtains in the office as her personal napkins and she rubbed her slimy little mitts all over my WHITE curtains!
As for un-doing yesterday's hard work? That little monkey took a red crayon and scribbled on the kitchen wall. Thankfully, the Magic Eraser really is magic!