My kitchen hit the point of nuclear war zone today. I realized that I was avoiding eating because I didn’t want to open the fridge. And then I watched “How Clean is Your House” and realized how embarrassed I would be to have anyone ever see the state of my kitchen the way it was. And then I pulled on my pink rubber gloves, picked up the spray bottle and got to work.
The fridge is now almost empty, and there is a large bag of garbage sitting outside my door, and I feel much better about my hypothetical situation of ‘what if something happened to me and detectives had to search my place and make judgments about me based on how clean it is?’ Seriously, I think about this.