It’s been a rough couple of weeks so Chris decided to take me on a date. Anywhere I wanted for dinner and any movie I wanted to see.
Not necessarily a smart decision based on the high volume of over the top chick flicks at the theater.
I wasn’t much in the mood for a crowd so we stopped for a high class dinner at Hilberto’s and went to see 'Juno' (I didn’t want to abuse Chris’ offer, lest he never offer again).
Despite the obvious signs of a potentially bad movie, i.e. an audience full of teenagers and the unhappy faces on guys who looked like they were dragged to the theater, the movie was f-a-n-ta-s-t-i-c.
Chris worked on Saturday and unfortunately I lack the ability to laze around without feeling overcome by guilt so I deep cleaned the house.
I scrubbed the toilets, the floors, the baseboards, the windows, the sills, the shower, the sinks, the mirror, the walls, the light fixtures, the toothbrush holders, the door handles… you get it.
As I pulled a load of laundry out of the dryer and walked back into the house, the smell of bleach assaulted my nostrils and I realized something…
The most comforting smell in the world to me isn’t cinnamon, or vanilla, or fresh laundry, or baked pie… it’s harsh cleaning products.
There is something so refreshing and relaxing about it. It puts a skip in my step. It’s the smell of clean. Germ free clean. But don’t get me started on germs because that’s a whole… well… just don’t get me started. I AM the one who did a semester long project on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized… I may have a teeny tiny little problem with it. Whatever.
Someday… a psychologist will make a case study out of me and you'll want my autograph.
I wonder if they make candles that smell like Lysol, Simple Green, or Clorox?
Sunday we mourned two terrible losses. I knew it would come eventually but I thought we had more time together.
The Chargers lost to the Patriots (Does anyone know where I can get a ‘I hate Tom Brady’ bumper sticker?!?!?) and Green Bay lost to… ugh… the Giants.
What a rough day.
I went immediately home and scrubbed the shower with Clorox… again.
Not necessarily a smart decision based on the high volume of over the top chick flicks at the theater.
I wasn’t much in the mood for a crowd so we stopped for a high class dinner at Hilberto’s and went to see 'Juno' (I didn’t want to abuse Chris’ offer, lest he never offer again).
Despite the obvious signs of a potentially bad movie, i.e. an audience full of teenagers and the unhappy faces on guys who looked like they were dragged to the theater, the movie was f-a-n-ta-s-t-i-c.
Chris worked on Saturday and unfortunately I lack the ability to laze around without feeling overcome by guilt so I deep cleaned the house.
I scrubbed the toilets, the floors, the baseboards, the windows, the sills, the shower, the sinks, the mirror, the walls, the light fixtures, the toothbrush holders, the door handles… you get it.
As I pulled a load of laundry out of the dryer and walked back into the house, the smell of bleach assaulted my nostrils and I realized something…
The most comforting smell in the world to me isn’t cinnamon, or vanilla, or fresh laundry, or baked pie… it’s harsh cleaning products.
There is something so refreshing and relaxing about it. It puts a skip in my step. It’s the smell of clean. Germ free clean. But don’t get me started on germs because that’s a whole… well… just don’t get me started. I AM the one who did a semester long project on Obsessive Compulsive Disorder and realized… I may have a teeny tiny little problem with it. Whatever.
Someday… a psychologist will make a case study out of me and you'll want my autograph.
I wonder if they make candles that smell like Lysol, Simple Green, or Clorox?
Sunday we mourned two terrible losses. I knew it would come eventually but I thought we had more time together.
The Chargers lost to the Patriots (Does anyone know where I can get a ‘I hate Tom Brady’ bumper sticker?!?!?) and Green Bay lost to… ugh… the Giants.
What a rough day.
I went immediately home and scrubbed the shower with Clorox… again.
Keira has learned to clap... just in time to cheer for our Chargers.
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6 comments:
I love the picture!
Could you move here and clean my house. Lately, I've had to settle with "picked up", deep cleaning is long gone.
That is such a great picture! Way to go on the deep cleaning, consider it your workout for the week:)
It's funny how that OCD thing kinda runs in our family. I am not sure why but all my two way switches have to be a certain way or it drives me crazy. They have an appointed on and off status. I too love the smell of clean, When I come home on Friday after my cleaning lady has been through,there is nothing more relaxing than that smell. :) Yes I have a cleaning lady, I know, but I need her.
I feel the same way about Tom Brady and hope that the Pats get knocked down a few notches at the Superbowl. Oh well...I like the smell of SOME cleaning stuff but NOT Simple Green. =( That stuff stinks! Anyway...Happy Cleaning? =)
When I have kids, I'm not even sure I'll be able to pick up!
I want a cleaning lady!
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