This weekend, I moved into my new apartment. The process should have been simple and straightforward, but my landlord and I have disparate ideas about what constitutes move-in ready. So I spent six hours on my hands and knees scrubbing like Lady MacBeth, only to step out of the shower this morning and be stabbed in the foot by the yellow toenail clipping of some unknown male.
Needless to say, I’ve hired a cleaning service to shampoo the carpets, wash the walls and sanitize every flat surface in this place. Because I will not be able to sleep soundly until this apartment is sparkling clean.
As you might imagine, moving and cleaning left me with little time to blog. So I’m allowing myself a short mental health break to rejuvenate and rest. (Read: Sit in my sweatpants on my sofa, watch Revenge and eat a bowl of gelato.) CHS will be back tomorrow morning.
P.S. Need some blogs to read while I’m away? Check these ones out.