When I was little, I used to get in these "moods" where I felt like I wanted to clean and organize everything. My mom loved these moods. And, I admit, I did too. To make it even more fun, I would write, "The Cleaning Tornado!!" on a piece of paper, punch a few holes, string a ribbon through them and hang the sign around my neck. I would then run throughout the house, putting away toys, socks, games, trash, and anything else I came across.
Though it's been years since I've made myself a sign, the cleaning tornado is back in business!
And it's got a plan.
I suppose I got bit by the cleaning bug. Or maybe it's that I'm just plain strange. But in either case, let me tell you, there's some intense self-satisfaction that comes from scrubbing counters for hours, throwing out 12 bags of trash and junk, and especially seeing the reaction on mom's face when she sees my latest cleaning accomplishment. It's honestly been a blast!
Plus, it's been keeping me busy. I mean, let's be real, here. If I weren't cleaning all the time, I'd probably be doing something stupid, like playing pokemon or laying spread-eagle on the floor moaning, "I'm booooooreeeed!!!" (which I have been known to do on occasion.) Instead, I get to listen to jazz music for hours at a time whilst being productive! What better way to kill three weeks than to clean the house spotless?!
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