Neat Freak

That I'm not. We've lived in this house for six months now. Last night, for the very first time, I swept and mopped the downstairs bathroom, the one in the basement that's used almost exclusively by the parents. I'd used a towel destined for the washing machine to wipe up in there before, and I'd given it a quick sweep with the vacuum while doing my bedroom floor, but the bathroom floor had never seen the broom or the mop. Actually, it wasn't too bad, considering. This morning Paul cleaned the shower walls really well, and I did some more work on the glass and the floor, so now our bathroom is the cleanest it's been since we moved in.

Thank goodness that's done! Now I don't have to worry about it for another six months. ;-)

Don't anyone suggest flylady! I'm not a flylady kind of girl. My mother in law likes flylady. One time we were emailing and she said "I have to go--I have a house blessing." Now, my curiosity was piqued. I said, you have houseblessings? In the Orthodox church we do houseblessings, usually after Epiphany--Christ's baptism, where the priest comes and blesses the house with holy water. She says, oh, a house blessing is where you go through the house picking stuff up and putting it away. Oh! Well, there's an alternative definition of a house blessing!