On Saturday, I accidentally cleaned almost my entire kitchen. Like.. cleeeaned it. When I started out, I was just going to wipe down a little piece of counter. Then as I was doing that, I realized 'when was the last time anyone even used this Keurig? I think I'll put it away." So I did.
First I had to move a few things around in a cabinet first and almost (almost!) got rid of something- but I didn't, because I didn't want to get too crazy.
With the Keurig safely stored away I cleaned the counter between the stove and fridge, and then.. hmm, the stove was dirty. So I wiped it down- while noticing the burners could use a cleaning, so I took out the coils, removed the things under them (what are those called?!) to soak them and then tried to clean underneath. It was during this I realized I was pretty sure the whole thing lifted up (it does). Yup, I completely disassembled the stove. And cleaned the entire thing. Reassembled it and then..
Oh no, wait wait.. it was during the stove cleaning that my children realized I was doing something and wouldn't stand for it. Kitchen chaos ensued. Which was mostly Lily running around and Noah being unable to leave the garbage can alone. Let me move it. Let me open and close it. Let me stick my hands in it. Hmm, let me stick my hands in it, again. And again. Again!
Rather than kill everyone, I made lunch.
Then I cleaned the convection oven, washed the dish rack drainer, washed all the dishes, cleaned the sink with terrible chemicals, took all the junk off the end of the counter, and cleaned it thoroughly. AND then just to further prove I had lost my mind.. I vacuumed the floor. And then.. wait for it.. washed it!
Jason asked if I was pregnant. I told him, no- this is what people do..
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