What can't be seen, can't be cleaned.
Back in the day when we had family cleaning time on Sunday evenings...things got done quickly, efficiently, and everybody knew what to do. Now it's just me. And I tend to clean when I don't want to do something else that seems worse. UNTIL...I just get the urge to clean stuff that is maybe not disgusting but it's at least gross. (Maybe gross is worse than disgusting?) When I choose to see the baseboards behind the beds, I tend to look away. They are so dusty and hard to get to! What can't be seen can't be cleaned. Same thing with the highest shelves in my closet. Can't see the dirt, it doesn't exist. And so it was just yesterday, that it occurred to me that my toilet bowl brush holder had not been cleaned in ....years? ugh. It came with a partner, known as the plumber's friend...a plunger. The plunger hadn't been used in a while. How would I do this? I'm still on a 'save water' lifestyle, though the local water district has rel