Housefrau

I spent the weekend feeling like June Cleaver.

Seriously, we did practically nothing all weekend but housework and yet were bizarrely excited by it. "Honey, look how clean this door is now!" "Check out the bathroom!"

This was sparked, of course, by our roommate moving out.
( The move )

After moving everything out, we took a break and went to a play being stage-managed by one of Chuckro's exes.

( Workshopped plays are funny...but not in the way they intended )

So with lots of free space all to ourselves, Chuckro and I went on a cleaning rampage yesterday. We swept/vacuumed/dusted/mopped/disinfected/scrubbed the newly empty bedroom and bathroom. We rearranged all the cabinets, and a bunch of the shelves and furniture. By the end, my hands had a funny texture and his smelled like bleach. (Still did somewhat this morning.) We have a list of new furniture to buy. We now have the beginnings of a guest bedroom laid out.

We're so domestic it sometimes frightens me.