Just a Little Housekeeping

Hello again.

I'm sitting in the quiet of our new home.  Getting used to the different noises.  We no longer hear the Red Line approach and take off every few minutes now.  The sound of sirens is something I think we've only heard once since we've been here, rather than every half hour or so.

Instead I hear new creaks and groans in the woodwork.  I hear the breeze or fans rustling the blinds in our living room.  I hear (and see) one of the light bulbs flickering... I should have Jered take a look at that.  I hear the central air kick on and off.

As a rule, I don't like to sit in silence.  Especially when I'm home alone.  Especially when it's a home I'm not quite used to.  But right now, it's pretty relaxing. 

Well, do you remember when I first got hitched and was totally intolerable because of how much I wrote and gushed about my wonderful, new husband?  I have a feeling that's how I will be with this apartment now.  Sorry.  You're going to be hearing about it alot I fear...

Today was "scrubbing down the bathroom and kitchen day."  I don't think I told you, but when Jered and I first visited the apartment- it was appalling.  I mean, we were excited because it was huge, we needed a place to live, and we liked the set up.  But it was appalling.  I mean, the people who lived here before us must have had zero pride in their home.  And they certainly must not have had moms and grandmas that taught them the ins and outs of cleaning.

When Jered and I first saw the apartment after our move, it looked brand new!  Everything was bright and cheerful looking, and we were thrilled.  (Still are, but stick with me.)  At second glance, the Grandma Cris in me saw the things they missed. 

So today, I spent an hour in our bathroom, scrubbing down walls, dusting the woodwork, cleaning the crevices and corners they missed.  Then, I did the same thing in the kitchen.

I will forever have a debt of gratitude to my family for instilling in me decent standards of cleanliness in my home.  Don't get me wrong- I hate dusting.  And I get a little messy sometimes with my clothes. Remember THIS?

But!  I want my bathroom and my kitchen clean.  I don't think I'm a clean freak at all, and Katie and Jered will probably back me up on that, but gooooolly- you would have been just astounded at what I was still able to wipe off those walls.  Whew!

Well, just thought I'd share my little update.  That's all. Ha.

Aim