What did I do today? Not deal with most of my list. However, the bathroom, the smallest room in the house is much cleaner, I hesitate to say it, but it IS clean.
I put vinegar/baking soda down the tub drain this morning and the tub’s plug stopped working. It had been weird and difficult for years, but it just quit.
So, I took it apart, discovered the part was indeed broken. DH had a replacement and I did my first plumbing repair. Hurrah! In the process, I cleaned the hair out of the tub’s drain, cleaned all around, put a small amount of grease on the socket/ball which is the lever, etc.
Afterwards, I cleaned the tub, of course.
Then I looked down and although I’d cleaned the tub side of the toilet last week, I’d never finished the other side.
It rained this morning. When it precipitates and isn’t freezing, we get ants in the bathroom. I looked at the “clean” side of the toilet, and there’s an ant trail . . . Sigh. So, I cleaned BOTH sides, the back, the floor, etc. everything, with alcohol. No more ant trail for them to follow, they’ll have to start fresh. (The plan is that I will also renew the caulk around the toilet, but that hasn’t happened just yet.)
Then i tackled the sink. Now the sink, like every horizontal surface here rarely stays empty. It wasn’t. Papers, change, a bottle of glue (?), old computer disks, a book, etc. But even when it’s empty, it doesn’t stay looking nice and it has nothing to do with the HUMANS who use it to wash their hands, shave, etc.
The little cat likes “bodies” of water. The first time she decided to visit me in the tub was quite a shock. Here’s this little black kitten, trying really hard to just lap my bath water (with me in it mind) and not fall at the same time. Felt rather like I’d been visited by a lip smacking cannibal. . . .
My old cat, before someone did something awful to her (chase her with a hose I think) with water, was the only cat I’ve ever known who was completely unafraid of water. She’d sit on my chest, purring, tail dipped in my bath water, knowing she was safe because she was with the human. After the person did whatever it was they did to traumatize her, she would come in miaowing in great distress, if I stayed in the tub too long. (I have a bad back, soaking in a hot tub works when my back goes out!)
The new little cat, who likes tub water? Well, the solution was that we put Starbucks mug on the counter and that’s her primary water bowl (although of course there’s one with her food dish in the kitchen). She prefers the mug, and that means there’s little black paw prints, from both cats, all around the sink, almost daily.
Add the iron in the water which makes anything which was cleaned > 2 hours ago look like it has never been cleaned? and you have the reason I gave up long ago trying to make the bathroom look good. If we use it? It looks like I never clean it.
It’s the smallest room in the house, one of the easiest to clean, and I have to make myself clean it regularly, because it just makes me depressed. No matter what I do, it looks like it hasn’t been cleaned in a week or more. Even when that is patently NOT true.