I spent a good part of the day scrubbing down our master bathroom, cleaning it corner to corner, top to bottom, hitting every nook and cranny. Although the bathroom now sparkles and shines like a showroom model (Magic Eraser is a miracle worker,) I am now paying the price of all that bending, squatting, standing, stretching, and scouring…
Good thing I have Cosmos to medicate with.
Idle Eyes and a Dormy 
I know the feeling. My left knee is acting up, and I have a bookcase, a TV stand, and a coffee table to transport and put together at the new place.
Oh, if you don’t mind I may have a suggestion to help with the cleaning. I bought a power scrubber off Amazon four years ago called Quickie. There might be better ones out there on the market now, but this thing saves my back and hands whenever I clean the bathrooms.
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LOL. I used a power scrubber I, too, bought on Amazon: the MECO Electric Spin Scrubber.
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ah, one (or more) of your FABU cosmos…and the cartoon is spot on!
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These days one at a time is my limit while I’m still climbing my way back to full health. But moderation is better than abstinence any day.
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You sound like me with the cleaning…I do that weekly. I suffer from Joan Crawford Syndrome! Can’t stand a dirty home…
“Its not you I’m mad at, it’s the dirt.”
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We keep an orderly house and clean regularly. I try to deep clean all rooms once a month. I’ve been laid up for awhile and cleaning fell by the wayside a bit. This was both necessary and cathartic.
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Maybe the Mistress could send over one of her helpers, to help
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I’m too proud to let someone else clean my house (and too poor to pay them, even if I wanted to.)
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