cleaning

What a day.  Tenants moved out of one of our units at 12 noon, and the new ones moved it at 5pm.  In that time, I cleaned the oven, cleaned the fridge, cleaned the microwave, the kitchen sink, the glass-topped dining table, the toilet, the bathroom basin, the trough…… need I go on? I made up a new inventory which includes details and numbers of every single item in the unit. (Six forks, one potato peeler, etc etc etc.) I also made up the two beds, moved in all the linen, you name it, I did it.  I dusted skirting boards.  I washed windows.

I’m exhausted.

And where was SO during all of this activity? Well, he was off, buying stuff like a mop and bucket, drinking glasses, a cutlery drawer, that kind of thing.  You know, the stuff I’d rather be doing.  Somehow we ended up doing the wrong tasks.  This won’t happen again.

Still, it was all worth it.  Our new tenants are delighted with the unit, and I have to say, after working on it all day and setting it up, it does look pretty special.  It was a bit sad when we came home, and I looked around our dirty kitchen, then went into my messy en suite, then came out and looked at our unmade bed….. still, it doesn’t matter – that’s what I can spend tomorrow doing – cleaning up our own place.  Yay! <roll eyes>

I think I’m still sick.  My throat is scratchy, and I’m coughing lots still.  Ah well, eventually it’ll go away.  Or I’ll die from it.  (Okay, that last bit was a joke. I’m not planning on dying any time soon.) It made me very cantankerous today though, while I was working away and coughing my lungs up.  I’m not good when I’m sick, as SO will attest to.

Aaaah. It’s a relief knowing we can pay all our mortgages for the next three months.  Financial stability is not overrated.