I need to work on some clutter and then we're going to find room in the budget for a cleaner ever two weeks.

My charger stopped working and then the board stopped working. I was away for too long!

I read an honest to Pete book! And restained some of my woodwork. No I want to restaun all of it. The rest of my books and DVDs to give away are boxed, ready for Aidan to move. I think I can do a better sanding job for some of the restraining, so I might redo.

I need to work on some clutter and then we're going to find room in the budget for a cleaner ever two weeks.

Our issue is clutter. I'd like to have a cleaner come in, even once a month to do the stuff that is actually physically difficult for us at this point (for instance, I can get on my hands and knees to clean around and behind the toilet, but it fucks up my back more often than not) (and that's probably a sign I need to go back to doing the PT exercises for my back). But we have so goddamn much clutter that a cleaner wouldn't be able to do much. Although I suppose I could just tell them "Hey, I just need you to clean the bathroom, kitchen, and baseboards that are accessible. Take my money!"

We need to renovate the bathroom, and can probably do it after the holidays. And I swear that every bit of the renovation is going to be driven by "How easy is this to clean?"

Go, Sophia! I'm so inspired by how hard you're working.

Does anyone want to borrow a 4 year old who won't stop screaming at the top of her lungs? I know she's sick, but this behavior is exhausting.

It is probably a sign of my weird psychology. I am good with getting obsessed and staying obsessed, like the grandfather coach said in Hotel New Hampshire.

I am good with getting obsessed and staying obsessed, like the grandfather coach said in Hotel New Hampshire.

Iowa Bob! Keep passing the open windows.

If I ever get a bathroom renovation, I'm going to put in a sloped tile floor with a drain in it. Would make mopping SO MUCH EASIER.

Whenever I start to miss the house in Salt Lake, I think about cleaning it. And then I run around trying to hug my apartment. (This also works with snow: I miss it, I remember shoveling the walks, I put on a webcam.)

I would kill for a sloped tile bathroom floor with a drain. (hi everyone!)

Iowa Bob! Keep passing the open windows.

You too!

Not sure how I ended up with Jane Eyre and Hotel New Hampshire as my two favorite books. They seem kind of disparate. And I also like Thomas Hardy, who it seems no one likes.