It's amazing how life changes. I used to be able to clean this entire apartment in about 5 hours. When single, I'd buy a cheap ass bottle of bubbly, power up the vacuum and go to town with a duster in my back pocket.
Pa-CHOW! The apartment would be shiny until the next cleaning day and life was good.
Now. Ugh, now. There is dirt and clutter everywhere. It takes more like 18 hours spread over two days to get to the point that makes me happy. That makes me feel my inner Martha. And now those hours have to be spread over the course of a weekend or two.
I have RA to thank for it. I'm so much less efficient than I used to be and it drives me nuts.
Tonight I have a mostly clean house. Things got dirty after I cleaned them so the household is not pristene but is at 85%.
Hey, with two toddlers and both of us running around full-time, I'll take it. It's one of the challenges in my life now and one of the things I/we need to find a better solution for.
