Whatta day!

Today, I decided, would be the mother of all cleaning days in an attempt to rid our house of what has been an ongoing flea problem.

I did WAY too much.

I made new batches of eco-safe cleaner, boiled cloves and cinnamon sticks to make homemade fabric freshener (went to pour the first batch into another container while straining, and was so tired I simply poured it through the strainer into the bottom of the sink and down the drain, not realizing what I was doing until the pan was empty), then stripped the sectional of all it's cushion covers and washed them (16 huge cushions that are down filled is SUCH a pain in the arse to hand pluck clean), took all the drapes down and washed them, cleaned all the window edging and sills, stripped the bed, remade the bed, washed the giant mats in the bathroom, washed the kitchen sink rug, swept the bathroom and kitchen, vacuumed and edged the baseboards...it felt never-ending. It's 6:09pm...I started at 10am.

This diatomaceous earth shit better work on getting rid of these fleas, given the price tag and the amount of super pregnant elbow-grease I put into cleaning everything I could.

Speaking of price tags, what is it with men being toilet paper wasters? Seriously? If I live to be a hundred I will never fully grasp why a man needs a roll and a half of TP to use the bathroom.