Blinded

I don't clean. I feel my time is better spent playing with The Boy. For years I've had a cleaning service, even before The Boy, because cleaning is just not something I enjoy.

In the past year I lost the cleaning crew that had been with me for at least 10 years. They did a spectacular job. When the owner moved, she sold the business to one of her employees who decided using meth was a good way to work 24/7. Except she eventually crashed and ended up leaving town in the middle of the night. She didn't do such a great job and was unreliable so it was no great loss.

I cleaned the house myself for a few months until the new crew could fit me into their schedule. They are definitely surface cleaners.

So, with the house actively going on the market this weekend, we've been sprucing things up.

On Wednesday I was home with The Boy, who once again had a 24 hour bug. I swear. MFH thinks it's the preschool. I don't know if it's not quite up to par with cleanliness or if the kids are just germier this year, but whatever. I took the opportunity to do a few projects since he was sleeping most of the day. I decided to clean the window blinds.

O.M.G.

We've had all of them turned up for the winter to help keep the house warmer so I didn't know how nasty they were. Dust traps. Gross.

I told my mother I will not have blinds on the windows in my new house.

"Oh, they' re easy enough to clean," she says. "You just have to vacuum them every so often and then you'll only have to clean them a few times a year."

Therein lies the problem. It won't get done.