clean my apartment and keep it that way

before vaca. but since returning, things have fallen to shit. so, my first real day off in awhile, i am going to spend the next couple hours cleaning before i have to meet a friend. then, maybe more later. laundry is key and a priority. i’m nearly out of undies! plus i want to see what i can do about decluttering.

and we did 12 before we pooped out at 2:30 a.m. Bed needed us. Now I am awake and looking around and we do have more work, but not so bad. lots of little things, like sweeping, dusting etc. I also get to put my books away in the bookcase we moved downstairs. That’s my most favorite thing to do. We even hung some stuff on the walls so it’s not so bare in here. Things are looking UP UP UP!

Bagel time for me! Then back to work. Hubby worked extra hard, so he gets to sleep in a little.

tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night

off to the coffee shop for a jolt of caffeine and then we’re not stopping until it’s perfect…

here goes nothing

tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night
tonight’s the night

-finally finish unpacking from the move and decluttering
-make a “free” box to put outside full of the purged
-finally convinced Hubby to move both bookcases next to one another to free up space both down and upstairs
-finish all laundry and dishes. just keep going.
-decorate and make pretty

I have the best husband in the world. I came home to an immaculate living room tonight. Now to keep it up…

I have not ironed, seriously IRONED, since I moved out of my parents’ home in 2005. Well, my DH and I recently acquired the necessary tools, and I decided to break it out. So very pleasantly surprised was I, to find how much I like it and have missed it. Seeing our crisp dress shirts hung alongside pants with perfect creases gave me a sense of accomplishment.

and my walk in closet are clean. and organized. as a result, i’m spending more time in there. i really love having my OWN space. i’m glad my husband understands and supports this need by allowing me my freakish neuroses.

now to clean the rest of the apartment! viva! then i can read and sex and dance and drink in peace.