clean my apartment

And not a moment too soon. I brought my folks home from the airport and the first thing my mom said as she came in the door was how clean my place looked. Success!

I was a bad bunny and spent almost the entire weekend away, so I didn’t actually accomplish any tidying over the last few days. The folks arrive in three days, so I’ve got to get myself motivated! I’ve devised a plan to make things easier. (A plan the involves my bathroom, Kahlua, ice cream, and Justin Timberlake. Intrigued?) Tomorrow night it’s my bedroom, a fudgesicle, and Zero 7.

My parents are coming to visit in a week and a half, and my apartment, though not a complete disaster, could use some tidying. I love my mom, but she’s a bit of a cleanfreak. (You know, the familiar condscending nag… “when was the last time you vacuumed?”—when, in fact, I vacuumed a half hour before picking her up from the airport to avoid hearing those very words…) If my place isn’t spotless, I’ll face her wrath. I did make some progress this weekend, but I’ve got more cleanin’ to do.