Nesting for my sister?
It's been a few weeks and I think I'm starting to nest myself. I don't believe it's any type of sisterly instinct or anything like that, I am just nesting. I have cleaned things that I have never cleaned before. I am hosting my Mommy's Group tonight, (which essentially excites me most because I can drink all I want), so I am in cleaning mode trying to prepare my house, but I've hosted before, and this time is different, it's not your basic cleaning. In fact, it's the basic cleaning I have yet to complete! Just to give you an idea, I've pulled out my refrigerator and cleaned underneath it, and the sides of the fridge and the walls, anything having to do with my refrigerator has been cleaned. I could list 12 other things I have cleaned like that (just ask Brian) but I don't want to bore you with the details. (just ask Brian, again.)
But do you know what? I freakin' love that Mr. Clean Dry Eraser. Don't let it limit you to just crayons. Oh no, I'm certain I'm going to use it in the garage next. It's God in a sponge. (or whatever it's made of) It laughs at stains and makes them cry. Our house was built (by a builder who we are sure spent his days in a drunken stupor while building our house) in 2003. Around my kitchen window, the one above my sink, there has been a plaster stain on the white trim of the window. I love the window, but no matter how much I have scrubbed, that stain would not come out. Until God in a Sponge (or whatever it's made of) came into it's presence. Yep, without any elbow grease at all, the stain came right up. It's a wonderful, beautiful thing.