So last night, after a successful coupon trip to the grocery store, I picked up. Y'all, picking up and cleaning are not the same thing. Here's a Southern definition for you:
Picking up: 1. getting things back where they belong
2. getting crap off the floor
3. getting dishes out of the sink and into the dishwasher
It took me about 20 minutes to fix this:
You know it's time to do laundry when you get to the bottom of the hamper
and find clothes you forgot you had. And you're out of underwear.
That crock pot is from the weekend. This was taken last night. Shame.
I am a mess sometimes, too.
Cleaning will take me about 2 hours tonight, cause I am cleaning EVERYTHING. Down to my baseboards, behind the dryer, scrubbing grout, ALL OF IT. Many rolls of Bounty will be sacrificed in the production of this cleaning. So tomorrow, y'all are gonna get my step-by-step cleaning advice. With pictures, assuming I remember to take them once the cleaning tornado starts a-spinnin! We're gonna have so much fun!
For those about to die, we salute you.