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Good timing, it being SPRING and all
posted by
WindTapper
on March 29, 2008 at 12:23 PM
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Cleaning is therapeutic, never mind the smell.
posted by
vogue
on March 29, 2008 at 6:03 AM
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Re: Soon it wil smell like Mr Clean!
Whacky, a cousin came to visit in the 70's and cleaned my house as I was terribly depressed and overwhelmed....she scrubbed walls, made the house move in new again. Wonderful. And, she did it with Mr. Clean, so I fixated on that smell.
The schools or someone used to use Pine sol, the old flavor and it means CLEAN to me, so, I use it for the smell that means I have been doing something positive around the house.
posted by
benzinha
on March 28, 2008 at 12:24 PM
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Re: actually, some of us hate it, but there are times when I want to
clean my life away and forget all else on Earth, so you are right.....thanks for reading and commenting, hope26.
posted by
benzinha
on March 28, 2008 at 12:22 PM
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Re: thanks, sam444, I need those well wishes.
posted by
benzinha
on March 28, 2008 at 12:21 PM
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Soon it wil smell like Mr Clean!
That's good!
=^. .^= Bo is
smiling about something.
I am too! A rose
from me!
posted by
Whacky
on March 27, 2008 at 10:18 PM
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Grandma's love to clean
posted by
hope26
on March 27, 2008 at 4:29 PM
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I wish you well! sam
posted by
sam444
on March 27, 2008 at 3:41 PM
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Re: the mouse
Here is what my daughter, you remember her,what she does. She leaves the house a mess and explains why, then goes on with life.
Her in-laws are fabulous enough to side with her and to upbraid their son about not being a helpmate....especially when circumstances are really yucky.
I hurt myself once, terribly after having my uterus removed, trying to be all that I was not and should not have been.....and it messed me up forever in a way, giving me painful adhesions and other residual things....don't pick up, don't move furniture, don't mop, don't lift large clothing baskets, don't don't don't.
Sit and have tea with her and talk about the weather and leave the mess to the gods. Maybe she will take pity and hire a maid or stop talking over tea and pitch in. You never know until you leave the mess for them to witness.
And, unhelpful husbands who lose wives over small things like, no compassion, no empathy, no partnership and sharing the load behaviors and side kick behaviors, well, they do get kicked to the curb as the black girls say, and the fellows still wonder why...."but, honey, why? I haven't helped out for years, so why does it suddenly make you insane this time?"
posted by
benzinha
on March 27, 2008 at 2:10 PM
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the mouse
Yes, I need to do this. The cat brings in all. And my MiL arrives Saturday, and I've no chance
to scrub because of recent surgery, workload, doing our taxes. And my husband and looks upon the chaos and blames me, and I look on upon the chaos, where I spend my life yet have not time to clear, because I must make up the money to keep us because his wage is too small, and yet now he is given a chance to make a good wage using his skill, he refuses to take it. So I wrote to the woman, and said let me see how I fare at the job please.
And i wonder that he can hate it so like this yet not allow change. Perhaps he fears I will go, and he is right to fear that. And I am awake because a small child wet a bed, and she cried in the night, and when I took my body, which is not yet meant to lift or stretch so, I found the sheets and protector had been put on so lightly that the mattress is wet through too. And so often amid a scene like this, I come out and narrowly avoid stepping on a mouse. I feel like the mouse right now.
posted by
Azur
on March 27, 2008 at 9:45 AM
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