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Published on April 3, 2006 By lifehappens In Home & Family
I accomplished my dailiy chores (in about an hour as per the Flylady routine) and I got my laundry folded, so I decided to try and do something extra. I looked on Flylady.com for the detailed cleaning of the week.

She has zone 1 listed. According to her schedule, that inclueds the entrance, front porch and dining room. The dirty yard chairs that have been sitting outside, unused for over a year are driving me crazy. Everytime I see them it bugs me becuase when we need them, we don't want to use them because they are gross. So off I go to clean them off with some simple green and a scrub brush.

They came pretty clean, but then.....(dun dun duhhhhhhh) I notice something. There is a spot on the wall of the porch that got green cleaner on it. I spray it off, only to find out that the white wall is really a dingy gray; as evidenced by the bright white peaking out where I just sprayed off the cleaner.

Well, it's a nice day. The kids are sleeping and I might as well keep going. I sprayed them with cleaner and hosed them off. Darn! They didn't get very clean. So I scrubbed them. Ahhhh. Nice white wall.

Well, now I should do the rest of the porch too. (It's small with a narrow walkway leading to the front door. It's under the main roof and has faux wood walls and a window fromt he kids room) So I scrub away, realizing that my neighbors must think I'm nuts. I justify myself by thinking that in the 7 years that I've lived her, I've never cleaned the porch, so it's about time.

Ahhh. I'm done. I'll just hose the dirt off the cement floor and put the stuff away.

Darn. I see some stubborn dirt. And suddenly an image of an older German lady scrubbing her porch comes to mind. I see myself, on my knees in a saggy dress and hair up in a kerchief, scrubbing away with wrinkled knuckes. And you know what? I think, "At least my porch would be clean..."


AAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!


I went inside to call the psych ward.



Comments
on Apr 03, 2006
ha ha ha - I bet your porch is beautiful. It is such a feeling of satisfaction to see some something grimy come clean. I am with you. My obsession was the grout in my kitchen tiles. Once I figured out that the chlorox bleach pen and heave duty magic eraser equaled clean grout, I couldn't stop. Really think how much easier it would have been if they would have just used mud colored grout instead of white. Somehow I don't think the fly lady would be proud of us. Maybe if we used her purple duster and had our shoes on.
on Apr 03, 2006
and had our shoes on.


Hehe. I tried flylady for one day a couple years ago. I couldn't get past the part where I was supposed to wear shoes all day.

LH you're doing great!
on Apr 03, 2006
when i was a fly lady all i did was [U]sweep[/U] my porch. i thought i was doing pretty good.
and beware the magic eraser - it's addictive.

i still hope to get back on the fly lady routine, but there's no way i'm wearing shoes. it is a nice feeling to have a shiny sink, though.
on Apr 04, 2006
Sounds like you need a pressure washer.
on Apr 04, 2006
It is such a feeling of satisfaction to see some something grimy come clean


EXACTLY!!! Once you see one clean spot, you tend to keep going because it is satisfying. Unfortunately, once I stop....I forget that it's not that much work and I suffer with the grime.

I couldn't get past the part where I was supposed to wear shoes all day.


I HATE SHOES. So I cheat on that. I figure if I don't wear shoes in normal, adult life and I can function, then I dont' need them to clean.

beware the magic eraser - it's add


hee hee. I bought a great big pack!

Sounds like you need a pressure washer.


Actually, I need psychiatric help. Oh yeah, and a way to put teflon on everything so dirt won't stick.
on Apr 04, 2006
It is such a feeling of satisfaction to see some something grimy come clean


EXACTLY!!! Once you see one clean spot, you tend to keep going because it is satisfying. Unfortunately, once I stop....I forget that it's not that much work and I suffer with the grime.

I couldn't get past the part where I was supposed to wear shoes all day.


I HATE SHOES. So I cheat on that. I figure if I don't wear shoes in normal, adult life and I can function, then I dont' need them to clean.

beware the magic eraser - it's add


hee hee. I bought a great big pack!

Sounds like you need a pressure washer.


Actually, I need psychiatric help. Oh yeah, and a way to put teflon on everything so dirt won't stick.