New flooring, fresh paint, new light fixtures, baseboards, window coverings ... you name it. It was new and fresh out of the package.
It was such a good feeling to know everything was clean.
Enter ... the cats. And dust. And life in general.
It has been almost four months since the completion of our renovations. I have vacuumed, swiped down and washed these new surfaces more times than I can remember. Then last night I looked up at the kitchen blinds and noticed they needed to be washed.
I bought this handy dandy little item when I was all excited about amassing cleaning tools to keep our renewed home all clean and shiny. It sat unused until last night:
It works like a charm. It isn't perfect. It needs a little assistance from a wet cloth and I used the dust buster to clean my cleaner.
I only "cleaned" a few slats last night before putting aside this little gadget for another time. The time was this morning.
I decided to clean a blind while I made myself a cup of coffee. I stepped upon a little step stool we have in the kitchen to reach the top blind and raced with the kettle to see who could complete their task first.
I was doing well. I needed to grab the bottom of the blinds to keep them from moving while I was cleaning. Cleaning tool in one hand. Blinds in the other hand. Then "WHOOSH!" ... my step stool slid out from underneath me on my newly cleaned laminate flooring.
Luckily, I caught myself with my elbows on the counter top and simply resumed cleaning.
Then I thought of the other option in the "choose your own adventure" fork in the road in this morning's life events.
What if I hadn't caught myself and I had conked myself on the head while tumbling to the floor with a blind and cleaning tool in my hands. The irony of sustaining a life altering or ending injury while CLEANING is not lost on me.
See?! House cleaning can be dangerous! Especially when you are out of practise.
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