Yesterday, I was on a roll.
Bunch of laundry washed, folded, and put away.
Living room and dining room mopped/vacuumed and cleaned.
Kitchen cleaned (Whaaaaaaaa? I KNOW!)
I went to bed allllllll proud of myself.
Then this morning, I woke up and walked out of my room. The smell! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I'm pretty sure my eyeball twitched.
Soooo....I scouted around upstairs and didn't notice any offending odor (moreso than usual) coming from the kids rooms.
Walked downstairs.....and whatintheworld?! Dog mess. It was like they were saving it up all week or something! Crikey.
Of course, I had just loaned my steam cleaner to my friend. OF COURSE!
Then I glanced at the fish tank. Half the fish are dead. ??????????
So, kiddies, the moral of the story here is that no good can come from cleaning.