A Reason to Clean

Finally, a Reason to Clean from ASlobComesClean.com

Don’t worry, Mom. We didn’t get another dog.

(Yet.)

Meet Cooper.  A sweet-as-can-be Boxer whose home was severely damaged last week in a storm.

I met him when I visited his owners in their home. Their home (though in chaos) was neater than mine . . . but it was a no-brainer that we should invite them over for dinner on Saturday night.  And offer to keep Cooper while they’re stuck in a motel.

Which gave me a reason to clean.

I shared last week that I’d been pretending there was no reason to clean since we hadn’t had anyone over in a while.

It was wrong. I know. And as noble as I could have been if I’d just cleaned because it was the right thing to do, I’m so happy I had a reason to clean.

Five short hours on Saturday and I was happy to invite them inside. The kids’ rooms were even clean! (I never bother with those for home groups since it’s all adults!)

Sometimes I think I need to be noble and wait to invite someone over until I’ve cleaned for the right reasons.  (Just because.)

But that’s wrong. There’s nothing at all wrong with opening my mouth first and then letting that force me to clean so I can open my home.

It works. 

And the bonus: When my kids asked if they could have friends over after church on Sunday and school on Monday . . . I immediately said yes.

Let’s live it up while the house is sparkly!!

THE Hardest Spot to Clean in All the House

(This is a sponsored post. Basically, I’m getting paid to clean a spot I avoid cleaning. Yes, I get the irony.)

The Most Difficult Place to Clean in the Entire House

It’s spring.

Which means . . . it’s time to spring clean.

There were many years when I just didn’t spring clean. I was barely surviving under all my clutter, so the big, easy-to-neglect cleaning projects were put off indefinitely.

But this year, to scratch my spring cleaning itch, I decided to tackle the prettiest spot in my house.

Which . . . is also the most annoying to clean.  Yes.  I have a gorgeous kitchen window. (Please ignore the bushy bushes outside it!) But this gorgeous kitchen window is a booger to clean.

Right.

I needed to pull out my charming Texas slang and call this one a booger because to clean it . . . I have to climb it.

Like, haul myself up on the counter, hunch over, and sit. IN the window.

A grown, 39-year-old woman providing conversation topics for the neighbors as she sits in her kitchen window.

And takes pictures of paper towels.

Anyway, because this spot gets avoided more than most, it’s ultra-dusty by the time I clean it.

And kitchen dust is like no other dust.

It’s glued-on dust.

Glued on by kitchen grease, I guess.

I cleared my path, removed all of the dusty pretties (which went into the dishwasher), and gathered my supplies.  I was determined to not have to climb down until I was done, so I tried to think of everything I might need.

The not-convenient-for-anything-space behind the sink that makes it impossible to easily clean this window ledge

Including my phone. (In case I got stuck and had to call Hubby to come home and help me down.)

I know what fun glued-on dust is, so I thought this would be a great opportunity to really test out the Bounty DuraTowels (for whom I’m a spokesperson).  They’re supposed to be durable enough to be used instead of a dishcloth so you can avoid the germiness of a re-used dishcloth?

Well, glued-on dust is a perfect durability test. 

I felt all scientific-ey and even labeled the first paper towel with a permanent marker.

My scientifically labeled Bounty DuraTowel

See? Best spokesperson ever.

And then I climbed up, and started on this spot.

The spot that would not be cleaned.

See it? Over there on the right? It’s the spot that makes me ask three questions:

What made this spot?

Why did someone put whatever-made-this-spot here, in this ever-so-inconvenient-to-randomly-set-anything-down place?

Why, oh why, does that someone obviously hate me so much??

I started scrubbing.  I used soapy dishwater, as that’s what I’ve found cuts through grease-dust well.

Nothing.  Like, nothing was happening at all.  So I thought I’d leave Towel #1 on the spot to let it soak.

DuraTowel number one soaking the evil spot

I labeled Towel #2.

And then I got to dusting/scrubbing the rest of the seat/ledge/most-annoying-place-ever-to-clean. That dust was on there goodIt had become one with the tile. I had to give up on the soapy dishwater and pour it on straight.

Straight-up dishwashing soap

Finally, I made progress and scrubbed away.

I was pleased with how the Bounty DuraTowel held up to some excessively friction-ey scrubbing on the entire right side of the window.

DuraTowel after scrubbing a three foot space

What the Bounty DuraTowel looked like after scrubbing the entire right side.

I thought I should use something for comparison to show the size of the space I’d cleaned with that single paper towel, but the only thing I had with me to use for reference was my own, well . . . self.  And that might not be the best for several reasons.

(One reason being that it’s a commonly known fact that blog photos make all behinds look five inches wider.)

Then I thought of the perfect thing to give perspective.

Perspective on the space cleaned by the single DuraTowel

There you go.  That amount of greasy-dusty, one-swipe-doesn’t-do-diddly-squat space scrubbed clean with ONE paper towel.  I’d say that’s pretty durable.

I tried the spot soaked by Towel #1, and still it was IMPOSSIBLE to get up.  Impossible.  So I kept working on the left side, using towel #2 for as long as I could.  The two layers separated, but I kept on using it.  I was determined to make it last a LONG time.

By the end, there were multiple holes, but it hadn’t fallen apart.

And then, it was time to tackle the STAIN.  You’ll be happy to know, after my last Bounty DuraTowel test, that I decided to try your advice and give baking soda a shot on this tough stain.

Honestly, I didn’t think it would work.  I planned for it to not work.

Baking Soda Destroyed the Stain!

But oh my word, it worked.  Seriously.  Baking soda and wet DuraTowel #1 took that impossible-to-get-off stain away immediately. And easily.

And now look:

The two paper towels when the job was done

The prettiest spot in the house is pretty again! I had been great at averting my eyes every time I saw the dirt, the spider-webs and the stain, but now I just gaze and soak in how pretty it looks since it’s clean!

The CLEAN spot!

As I said, I’m a Bounty DuraTowel spokesperson, and am being compensated for this post.  However, the annoying-to-clean spot, the greasy dust, the mysterious stain, the experiences and the opinions are all mine. 

Reality-Based Green Cleaning

Reality-Based Green Cleaning

It’s Earth Day. This post has been almost-written for a while, but I hadn’t published yet since I know this can be a hot-button issue (and I generally stay away from those).

(Deep breath.) Here goes.

I love green cleaning.

Really.  I have a Pinterest board about it and everything.

Question: Am I a supporter/advocate/lover of chemical-free, totally natural, wouldn’t-hurt-you-to-lick-’em cleaning products?

Answer: Yes. I am. Absolutely. 100%.  They’re awesome.

BUT

(I cannot lie, I do NOT like big BUTs.)

BUT

I’m not against traditional cleaning products.

Reality trumps awesome.

Here’s one reality:

Slobs tend to be idealists.

Don’t get me wrong. Idealists are not necessarily slobs, but slobs are almost always idealists.

People like me love to talk about the very best ways to clean things.  We talk about the horrors of breathing in chemicals.

About the did-you-knows of what was really in whatever your mother used to clean her toilets.

All that talk and idealism and fear? Totally noble.

But having a disgusting bathroom isn’t noble.

There have been times when my freak-outs backfired on me.  I couldn’t stand the thought of all those chemical-ly cleaners, so I just didn’t clean.

Here’s the reality about using all-natural cleaners: They work great as part of your cleaning routine.

Routine is the key word here.  Most green-cleaners are mild by definition.  Mild cleaners are perfect for cleaning up a week’s worth of soap scum.

Y’know. A mild mess.

A (few)  month(s)?  Not as much.

They can do it, but require extra:

  • muscle
  • sweat
  • effort
  • irritation
  • TIME

Five more excuses.  Five more reasons to put off cleaning for even longer.

I’m all for finding ways to do as much cleaning as possible with as few chemicals as possible, but I have to be careful that my desire to do everything in the ideal way doesn’t mean I just don’t clean.

I have found there are two options when I want to be green but have let things go for a little/lot too long.

Option One:

Do my best to clean with green cleaners, knowing it’s not going to look perfect or maybe not even “clean” at the end of today.  Then, come back tomorrow (or the next day or next week at the latest) and clean it again.  Repeat consistently until finally it’s totally clean.

Option Two:

Get over my ideals, put the kids in the backyard for a few hours (or send them to Grandma’s house), open the windows, put my pink bandana over my nose and mouth like a bank robber, and use the stuff with a skull and crossbones on the label.

And then next time (next WEEK), I can come in with my drinkable vinegar and keep it clean.

Or clean with the hard stuff again if that’s all I’ve got.

Worrying about chemicals while NOT cleaning at all?  That’s not an option.

 

 

 

 

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