Getting it done.
I am slowly tackling every room in this house, cleaning it out, throwing stuff away, scrubbing what needs to be scrubbed, and tossing out completely what cannot ever be cleaned again.
I have to take things slowly, but so far in the last couple of days, I have cleaned off the table o' death, cleaned off the shelves in my bedroom, put away all the xmas decorations, and cleaned the kitchen, bathroom, and this morning I cleaned out my desk.
I threw away so much old and useless crap, it feels awesome to open the drawers and not see all that junk.
My house will never be as clean and as fancy as some of those las vegas hotels, but it's comfy and home to us.
Our stuff, paintings the kids did, family photos on the walls in mismatched frames, and stains on the carpet that will never come out, but it's home to us.
Some day I'll buy another steam cleaner
I've ripped them up from every other room of the house and the landlord didn't care.
They all had water damage from the multiple toilet flooding that we've had in the 11 years that we've now lived in this duplex, and he had no problem with us ripping them all out.
He's been ripping up the carpet in the empty unit next door for months now, picking off all the wood trim that held the rugs down, and scraping carpet glue off of the terrazzo flooring.
Apparently, he's not going to take any chances with the next tenants ruining the carpet with dogs, cats, and whatever other kind of damage my old neighbors did to it.
