This morning Lola and I made the command decision to clean the house. We couldn’t find a housecleaner that we liked and could afford so we’re doing all the heavy lifting ourselves.
Dreams of hiring a housekeeper made us complacent this week.
So there I am, moving all of our furniture, when I get the bright idea to steam clean. You know, freshen up the entire house. I wish my brain would allow me to do one task a day. This ‘have to do it all at once or nothing at all’ mentality can wreck your weekend.
So there I was, knee-deep in wet carpets with furniture strewn about, when Lola came bounding towards me like the demons of hell were behind her.
Or Jaws – it was difficult to tell.
I marched down the hall, prepared to find something tipped over or maybe even a puddle on the floor in protest of the very loud steam cleaner. Nothing. So I continued cleaning and two minutes later Lola comes flying from the back of the house again.
I finally spot what demon has been tormenting her.
The Hubster is on duty, not returning until tomorrow. It’s up to me to kill this thing.
I collect my spider killing gear. Gloves, check. Paper towel, check. Toilet seat open, check. Vacuum nearby just in case that spider gets rowdy, check.
I return to the hallway… and it’s empty.
Now I HAVE to move everything. I will find him! Expect updates to follow if I can’t… and prepare Lola and I a bedroom in case we wind up at your house.
I also tweet like a bird on Twitter @HeatherKeet
Lola and I opened a store so we can sell our funniest blog sayings on cool stuff. Check it out at Shank You Very Much