Cleaning House

June 30, 2009 2:10 PM |

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I went down to the children's lair to get on our archaic computer of which we've sacrificed (ahem, upgraded to laptops and haven't gotten around to recycling the old bessie of a computer) to our children and their super surfing powers on PBS.org, Disney, and Webkinz. Still, I needed a document from a few years ago, so went down. First I texted Chris, "I'm going down to the basement. If you don't hear back from me in 10 minutes, call for help."

Thankfully, it was pretty picked up down there, so I made it. But when I got to the computer, found the document, and went to email it to Dr. Sir


, the backspace key was sticky. EW! And then the b and the n were stuck together. I tried to finish the email, but everytime I keyed an n or a b, i had to key sticky backspace to delete the other of the n and b. So gross. For the next 45 minutes, I cleaned the keyboard. I used clorox wipes, an entire can of air, and to get that n and b separated, I had to use a KNIFE! What!? GROSS!

The first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem. And I'm willing to admit I have a proble. I am great at laundry, vacuuming, and picking stuff up. Heck, I've even grown up and started making my bed. (OH!) But cleaning and dusting, not so much. I hate cleaning for this very reason. When I clean at my house, I only discover what filth we've been living in all these months...fine, years. I prefer to just let it be and clean only when I need usage of the n and b keys. Then i'm only grossed out part of the time. I thought vacuuming was doing the trick. Then I get all the clutter picked up as well. Apparently not. Towels on the floor is the least of my concern. It's turning out to be an interesting summer. Disgusting. But interesting.

Don't call for a while, I'll be sterilizing the house, and it's tough to hear my muffled voice in a HAZMAT suit & mask.

That's how I roll.