I always say my house is clean enough to be healthy, dirty enough to be happy. After what I found this weekend I am either going to have to quit saying that or start doing a little more housework.
When you work full time and attend classes in the evenings, you have to sacrifice something. The something I cut back on is housework. I would much rather laze around with Mister, drinking daiquiris and dreaming about the garden than strip and wax the wood floors. I keep the laundry and dishwasher going and swab out the bathroom once a week. My house gets by on a kiss and a promise.
Between semesters I take a day or two off from work and give the house a good going over. I could not believe what I found this time. A mouse skeleton! Not a mouse, a mouse skeleton. It had been dead so long it was a skeleton.
Our windows do a weird transformers type move so that I can clean the outside of the glass while standing inside the house. When I did that transformer move on the window in the dog-room I found a mouse skeleton in the sill.
I shop-vac’d the skeleton and thought about my saying. Clean enough to be healthy, dirty enough to be happy. We are happy here, but now I am not so sure about the healthy part…
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