Ta Da! Not So Much A Dummy Mom After All!

Well, after this post and hearing about our Month O' Sickness, you might not be totally shocked to discover that our home was a smidge on the messy/dirty side. As in, I was about to call the producers for the show "Hoarders" and invite them over. We're all about self-promotion on home makeover reality shows, as you well know. Alas, as I started taking the Christmas decorations down (sigh of relief!), I started doing a deep cleaning room by room myself (and without the benefit of a big blue "Got Junk" bin, I might add). Yesterday I spent about four hours cleaning our master bedroom, when what I had planned to do that day was paint. It was all worth it, though, when I was able to get in bed last night and look around our clean, decluttered room and breathe a sigh of relief. I'm a bit type-A that way. Shock, yes?

Today's task (having decided to put off the painting for yet another week) was the kitchen. Our kitchen would so receive a grade of like "F--" on a report card. It's one of the hardest used rooms in our house, and although I clean it fairly regularly, it never feels super clean to me. And it's a room that gets a lot of junk/papers that pile up. Anyway, today, my eyes fell again onto the refrigerator. Remember the oh-so-lovely fridge in our kitchen?? Well, as I was scrubbing out our white, cast-iron sink courtesy of Kitchens by Terri (the same Aunt Terri that gave us this animal book gave us her old sink - which was nicer than our stainless one - when she re-did her kitchen this summer) with Comet, I had a revelation. Comet!! COMET!!!! So, I scrubbed and scrubbed with my sponge and Comet on all of the lovely art on the fridge. And scrubbed. And when I finished with that, I scrubbed some more. And then there was all the scrubbing. Which was followed by more scrubbing. And all of which lead to...VOILA:

...a lovely white refrigerator!! Now it might be slightly less high gloss and a little more eggshell. And there might be slight remnants of blue here and there. But the results (along with my now humongous arm muscles) speak for themselves: hunting will now be allowed again in the fridge.