Ode to the Metal Spatula

And so, with moving comes cleaning. With renting, comes more and more cleaning.

I would consider myself a clean person... just not too particular. Yes, I have toys everywhere, my hair isn't always the neatest, my kids do run around in just their diapers with leftovers on their faces, but it's clean. I have a daily chore to do (besides dishes, laundry, cooking, and picking up) like clean a bathroom, every day so that our house has continual upkeep. It is just rare that everything will be put away and neat all at the same time, and if it is, it's probably 11 o'clock at night.

However, I do not like dirt, and mildew buildup in the bathrooms. This duplex seemed to have had past renters who neglected little nooks and crannies, so there was a lot to take care of. And as of today at 2pm, I think I've gotten most of it taken care of. This I owe special thanks to .... The Metal Spatula!!!

Oh, how I have neglected you, Metal Spatula, since we bought non-stick cookware. You have just sat in my drawer used only as a chew toy for the children while I try to cook dinner (with the other non-metal utensils). But these last couple of weeks you have assisted me in scraping, and digging and prying dirt, mildew, and shower scum out of tiny places. You have allowed me to feel good and clean. How great I feel, that now we are friends again. You and I can bond every day while I clean. No longer are you kept in the kitchen with the "other" utensils, but rather in the garage with the cleaning supplies that I visit with every day.

I feel at peace... and happy... and clean... thanks to you, my Metal Spatula!
Until Tomorrow....