Gunk

Have you ever just turned around and realized that you were living in sqaulor?? Oh come on! It happens to the best of us. Just recently I became aware of whisperings in the night, at first I thought it was maybe the Voice of God and that I just wasn't tuning in well. Sadly I realized it was that gunk on the bottom of my dish drainer- the Gunk was becoming prescient and vocal, by the way it was saying things like "listen lady, a little hot water and suds wouldn't hurt" and I wondered if cleanliness WAS, indeed, next to Godliness, now I just wonder why the gunk was advocating it's own demise. Suicidal gunk. OK not good. So I cleaned the damn thing already.
The problem is, when you de-gunk one thing, the rest of the gunkies think that they need to be seen and amended as well. Sigh. Stove, walls, trim, fridge (wjo keeps spilling milk anyway), microwave- fun fun fun. Well it was fun for Bean, fun in the " you mean I can really dip this cloth in the water and slosh it up on the walls and it can drip to the floor and then we can mop?!?!?" kind of way. Have I mentioned that my kid is a clean freak and loves to clean, mop, vacuum and dust? Plus playing in water is her second favorite thing.
Now we actually have curtains down and in the washer. YIKES!! It's not even close to the move and I am washing curtains? I need a hobby.