I cleaned my stove last night. It's an unpleasant chore, one that I duck until the situation reaches Defcon 5. But I visited some amazingly clean appliances over the weekend (clean because they were still in the store) and when I came home to the horror of my own stove, I was forced to take action.
I also cleaned the floors and scrubbed the bathrooms. All this tidiness is a sure sign that I am returning to school this week. Usually I reserve all my Ms. Clean action for Labor Day weekend, per the example of my school-teacher mother, but school is cranking up earlier this year. And so I poured a Pine Sol cocktail and celebrated in the way my people have been partying since time began.
I know how to live.