I have had the cleaning bug of late. I get like that from time to time. I select a room and start a deep clean. The last few days I have been planning starting on the kitchen. So tonight I decided to start with the cupboard where I keep the dryer, looked clean at first glance, until I climbed up on the stool that is and took a good look in there(My dryer is up high on a shelf because once upon a time I could reach it, the new dryer will be on the floort when I get it). Stretching this way and that I was aching in places I did not know could ache. Hubby also keeps his tools in there so cleaning these turned it into a double whammy. So out came the tool cases, 6 in all. Had to brush them all off and then wash them down with a damp cloth too. Then the mitre saw, by the time I had cleaned that up I actually discovered it was silver and not grey. Six trips up the stairs later and it was all in a dust free space but near to hand should hubby get the DIY bug.
Free up the top of the dryer and I brushed off the dust in sheets! I emptied all the shelves and wiped down and replaced everything neat and tidy. Hubby hates neat and tidy as he says he can never find anything. I cannot stand clutter, it drives me insane. No one can find anything in this house so they have to ask me and I can tell them exactly where it is.
That done I set about cleaning all the ornaments and shelves around the kitchen. One carrier bag full of dust later and there was only the floor to clean. I am not a mop and bucket kind of person, well I wasn't until today. So I got down on my hands and knees to scrub the floors the way granny used to do. Result:- I could not get up again. By the time I got up the dog had decided he wanted to go out. He needed to go but did he have to trek through the soil to get there when he could have used the path, obviously he did. So I had to do the floor again.
The only thing left to do was wipe all the units down, did I have the ebnergy, NOPE. Could not lift my arms any higher than waist height without wincing in pain, and wishing I could take painkillers.
Why did I put myself though this tonight? Because my daugther wants to get the tree up on Friday and it goes in the kitchen. no room in lounge due to hubby have soooooooo many ornamental birds in there. If one decoration came down it would take a few of these down with it. Not prepared to take the chance. So my kitchen ends up looking like a grotto, but I have to say I quite like it. Maybe that is because I spend so much time out here being unable to sit on the three piece in comfort.
So now I am hobbling around like one of the old dears you see out and about, feeling about 97 and wishing for my bed.
Why the hell do we do this to ourselves?