Paul helped me clean the kitchen last night (again-he is so great!), because it was pushing a week and I still hadn't managed to fully clean it. (I keep putting dishes through the dishwasher and putting them away, but don't get to the big pans or wiping the counters, sweeping, etc.) (And huge, major, I'll-owe-him-for-3-years bonus points for him..... He cleaned the fan blades. They were SICK - like dust curling around the edges. But not just wipe it with a Swiffer and it's gone - it's the sticky greasy dirt that you get in the kitchen that takes cleaner, paper towels and scrubbing to get off!)
Am I weird, or does everyone feel so much better when their house has a clean kitchen? It's like I feel like a better wife. Like there's hope for the rest of the house. I woke up today and walked into the clean kitchen, and I just know I'll be able to tackle the pile on the dining room table (more accurately: the pile that has a dining room table under there somewhere......), and vacuum and finish cleaning the living room. I feel like it's going to be a productive day.
Although, that could be in part to the fact that I also feel like I'm on the downhill side of this cold, even though it's only day 3. That would be a blessing straight from God.