I just scrubbed my kitchen faucet and sink with bleach and a toothbrush. I have lovely counters, and a shiny stove top. I don’t think my faucet has been this clean since it was installed, and maybe not even then. (The plumber who put it in wasn’t exactly clean, and he farted while he worked.)
I feel good about the pristine-ness of some of my house. Granted, I have the new project kind of glee going on, but I plan to build on the happy vibes pouring out of my sparkling kitchen to keep moving forward, keep cleaning.
I don’t know if I’m quite what my friend Terri calls “In Law Clean,” (a step above “Best Friend Clean,” and several flights above “Typical Thursday Clean”). My
bedroom needs attention and love and a dust cloth, and my bathroom could use a moping, but the kitchen is lovely. The den is free of dog hair and clutter, and there is no tent in my living room.
So far so good!