Cleaning Through KK's Eyes

I told KK to clean his room and this is what I found:



KK...sometimes Momma would like to just shove EVERYTHING into the closet and be done with it too...nice try!

Awe...the Joys of Summer!

"Why," you ask, "are you showing me your messy foot!?" Well, I digress to share another story. When I was in either junior high or high school...it really doesn't matter how old I was, because the effect it caused will last a lifetime...I remember walking upstairs to my room in the pitch dark. My room never had a door, but having traveled to my room so many times it didn't matter if it were dark. I could navigate to it amid the piles of clothes and debris on the floor. I got to my entryway and instead of "flipping" on the light, I grabbed the light switch on either side with my pointer finger and thumb to turn it on. It felt like there was plastic wrapped around the switch...I was confused until I turned on the light and actually saw what was on the light switch....a spider, a light-yellow almost transparent house spider. Yes, I squished it between my fingers...with nothing between my finger and the spider. And because of that I will 1) Never pinch the light switch and 2) I hardly EVER turn on the light unless I can see there is nothing on it. I am like most people who have a phobia with spiders...my heart starts racing, I am frozen, and I call for help. My heart was thudding so hard and I felt like I had to shower because I touched a spider, even looking for a picture of a spider to post my heart started racing. Mr H. will tell you that we could be looking at the same spider and claim it's two different sizes. "It's huge Mr H, get over here quick" "Baby, it's the size of an ant!"

My messy foot, has the same sort of lesson learned. I usually go outside without shoes, the hot cement doesn't bother me, little pebbles do not bother me, but this...this bothered me:

Slugs...lots of them. I stepped outside barefoot and stepped on one. It was cold, slimy, and gross. Where did they come from!? I have no idea. They just "showed" up crawling all over our back porch and door screen. The only thing I can think of is that I was doing yard work earlier in the day and cut a bunch of low hanging branches but I really don't know where they came from nor have they shown up since.





I was so disgusted that I had to shower to try getting my foot cleaned. Soap and water and vigorously scrubbing didn't clean it...my toes were still slimy! I called for Mr H. and asked him what I should do and he suggested his grease cutter that he uses for work...that didn't work. I was starting to freak out that it would never come off. I finally used nail polish remover...which did the trick. Just like the light switch, I will never forget to 1) wear shoes outside and 2) IF I do go outside LOOK before stepping!

Warning: Grossness!

Why do you say, do I have all of my cleaning supplies in the kitchen sink? Well, that is a good question, but before I go into it...let me give you some background information. I HATE cleaning dishes. Growing up, my family never owned a dishwasher. My mom said she never needed one because she had six...that is six kids to wash the dishes. When the dishes were my chore...I never did them. I would just stand there and stare outside the window. My mom would always ask me what is going to happen when I get older and I need to wash my own dishes...I told her I would buy paper plates or marry someone who loves to wash the dishes. Well folks, I don't have to buy paper plates....I did find a husband who LOVES doing the dishes! No, I am not kidding...he says it helps get his hands feeling softer. So back to the story of why the cleaning supplies are in the sink.

Last night I was going to do a little bit of the dishes because they were piling up but I started moving the dishes around to find the sponge. I caught a wiff of something and gagged, now I havent gagged because of a smell since I was pregnant with KK. I told myself that they could wait until tomorrow and I'll make G do them when he comes home. But morning came and there were NO MORE bowls or spoons or anything to make breakfast. So I started doing some of the dishes (luckily we have a dishwasher) slowly the sink started to clear. I ran the disposal and cleaned the sink then when I grabbed the dish detergent it looked like the sink threw up.
All of the chunks of disposal was everywhere...on the cleaning supplies, on the walls, and on the bottom of the sink. I was so disgusted...it stunk, it was gross, and I was mad. I hate dealing with old, nasty, grossness and this was the mother of all grossness. It made our whole house smell. I couldn't even make lunch...we went to McDonald's. The rancid water was leaking all over the kitchen floor.
Cleaning it made me gag...I can't even think about it.

Before the house was bought there was an inspection of the sink and it did not pass. $900 later the problem was supposed to be fixed and OBVIOUSLY it wasn't. The plumber will be here to check it out in the morning. Until then, we've had to wash the dishes in the bathtub. I can't wait to have my kitchen sink back and you can guarantee I will no longer be doing the dishes