I spent the weekend cleaning like mad-woman.
I cleaned things that you don’t think about getting dirty.
I was on my feet for at least 8 hours a day- straight.
I emptied the garage and then reloaded it, organizing and cleaning as I went.
I got down on my hands and knees and “mopped” the floors like Cinderella.
I dusted blinds and door frames.
I installed curtain rods and shelves and took furniture apart to make it more aesthetically pleasing.
I organized toolboxes and kitchen drawers.
I installed child safety latches on cabinets.
I moved the liquor bottles to a high cabinet out of reach.
And I’m not done yet.
Why did I do this?
This wasn’t spring cleaning gone mad. This was in preparation for our Home Study this Friday. You know, the visit where a social worker comes to your home to make sure it is suitable to raise a child in, where they name your fate on being able to adopt?
Yeah, that’s why I went crazy cleaning.
I’m not a dirty person. I’m messy, but not dirty. Though with four animals in the house, it is dirtier than I like. However, I feel like it needs to “shine like the top of the Chrysler building” to quote Miss Hannigan and Annie. While I’ve read not to worry about it, that they aren’t looking for spotless, I still feel compelled to make my home cleaner than it has ever been.
If only everyone were made to go through this before they were deemed fit enough to be parents. Sigh.