We’re supposed to go out to eat tonight and yet for some reason I’ve got this hair up my ass about cleaning.  So instead of getting ready, I’m stripped to my skivvies and Tilexing my bathroom floor.  After almost passing out from the fumes I’ve got every window in the house thrown open despite the warmish weather and the ac being on.

I still don’t understand why it says, very clearly, on the bottle “Use only in well-ventilated areas.” Isn’t moisture and lack of ventilation the reason the mold or mildew is there in the first place??  I also don’t understand why we bought this (read: I didn’t buy it) when the main active ingredient in Tilex is bleach.  And we have bleach.  A huge freaking jug of it that probably cost about the same as the little bottle of Tilex.

Friday I spent most of the morning scrubbing the carpets, and I’ve vacuumed twice since then.  Wednesday was spent doing laundry.

I’m starting to think that cleaning has become a major factor in my life at the moment.  Don’t think it’s quite crossed over into the realm of obsession since I’m hardly a neat freak but this is all I seem to be doing lately.

Oh, and while I’m here, I’d just like to say that I adore my husband.  As much as I may joke about him at times, he really is pretty stellar compared to most guys in that department.  Maybe it’s because he’s a Virgo, or maybe it’s residual Army custodial training, I dunno.  As long as I bag up the trash and put it by the front door, he takes it out without question or complaint, and without fail.  He likes to cook and he’s great at it.  He’s an awesome Dad and the look Shake gives him whenever he’s near just melts my heart.  And right now?  He’s just gathered his cleaning supplies and he’s begun to scrub his* bathroom while keeping an eye on the little girl at the same time.  Either I’ve inadvertently guilted him into this by cleaning my own bathroom, or the cleaning bug is highly contagious, but whichever is the case, I wont question it.  Hell, when I saw him getting ready, I asked, “Oh, are you cleaning your bathroom?” to which he affirmed and I could only exclaim, “That’s AWESOME!”

* There are two bathrooms in the apartment and when we moved in, he claimed one and I claimed the other. I find that separate bathrooms are just one key to a happy and harmonious marriage. As are separate closets, but that was our last apartment. The new house should have closets aplenty.