A heavy-duty dust-mask. And a gripper. Yes, one of those as-seen-on-TV grippers. I have it because it is the single most useful item for a slob to have when nine-months pregnant with a second or third child. Picking things up off of the floor is pretty much impossible at that point, so I always made sure to have one of these.
Here’s the view of one teeny-tiny portion. Imagine more of the same all around the bed.
And here’s what I pulled out of one side.
This is where I had to stop being delusional. Without any real schedule of doing major cleaning tasks, it’s easy to let time slip by, but it’s also easy to convince yourself that maybe it hasn’t been THAT long. Not as long as it seems. No, I don’t remember the last time I did that, but . . . .
What did I find? Well . . . . I found a pink pacifier. My only daughter just turned 4, and she was the only one who lived in this house as a baby. We moved in when she was 3 months old. And really, I don’t remember her ever using a pacifier. It was probably there from the first week or two we lived here. There were other miscellaneous infant toys, the What to Expect in the First Year book, etc. Clear evidence that I had NEVER cleaned underneath our bed. Ever.
I pulled everything out, vacuumed as far as I could with my beloved Oreck, and then put the attachment on my little vac and got the middle. On my hands and knees, but totally worth it.
One other thing I found? A fabulous under-the-bed storage thingy. On wheels, with lid, perfectly sized.
Seriously, that thing was completely empty. I really can’t think of anything to say about that.
And here’s the after:
Yes, the totally empty storage box is there, waiting for a moment of brilliance from me in deciding what to put in it.
And then there’s the other storage thing. And it still has “stuff” in it. “Stuff” that probably doesn’t need to all be in there, or need to be under the bed.
I have so far to go, but I’m getting there. Little by little.