My apartment looks so inviting. I cleaned for the party and then only had to pick up bottles and cans, wipe, sweep and mop and it was clean again for the parents.
Part of the “charm” of living in an old un-insulated building is the dust that blows in through the walls and doors. I am not the cleanest girl on the block so I blamed myself for the state of my floors until my neurotically clean upstairs neighbor mentioned the filth of the whole building. I took her on her word and promptly stopped beating myself up. I stopped mopping too. For my parent’s visit I decided to pull a mopping two-fer. The second time really made a difference. Right then and there I vowed to mop until the water comes out clear. Of course, it won’t happen, I will give an honest effort to keeping the place tidy.
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