I mopped yesterday. Those that know me well, know that is indeed blog-worthy. I also cleaned the baseboards in my bathrooms. Excuse me while I throw up a dust bunny! And it was a startling day in the cleaning world. My mom was wrong.
I know, that's practically impossible and there's a high chance of me being proven wrong here directly or the planets colliding or something, I'm sure. But I grew up in a house where ammonia was used for all cleaning, especially mopping. When I went to the store yesterday, I couldn't find any ammonia. (Is that some new threat or drug ingredient I don't know about and they keep it locked away until you ask for it?) So I purchased a Mr. Clean general use cleaning solution. And it worked better than ammonia. Shhhhhh, don't tell Mom! Plus, there was the added benefit of not passing out from the fumes! Bonus!
So there's my wisdom for the day. Mr. Clean is my hero. Rubber gloves make all disgusting jobs doable. And cleaning is a good way to keep kids busy, especially when you empty out the eat-in kitchen so they can skate in their socks and enjoy the echo when they shout.
The weekend prompt from ArtCMom is to talk about our favorite childhood outfit. I can't think of a single one. Except possibly my Yodo gatchet. "Huh?" you say? Yodo gatchet is what I called my yellow rain jacket. There are many pictures of me wearing it and little else, other than a matching rain hat, standing in our yard with the water hose spraying up into the air.
I was playing fireman, duh!