I seem to be into punishing myself today. I can't stand not even one grain of salt or sugar on my counter tops. It drives me right up the wall. So I decide today I will wax the counter tops. I look for my bottle of Jubilee Kitchen Wax. Of course it is waaaay in back under the sink. I have to move everything on the counters. Then I get to the ones next to the stove. Why not do the tiles in back on the stove while I am at it? And the stove could use a good coat. Well, while I am at it, do the fridge also. Also the wooden trim along the edge of the counters should be done. Why not the cabinet fronts? Why not just shoot myself?
Now everyday I make sure I clean and wash my counter tops and wipe them down with hospital wipes. The stunner is that I cannot believe just how dirty they were. That Jubilee Wax really got all that film of dirt that I thought I was getting everyday. But at last my kitchen smells really clean and of Jubilee Wax. I am going to have to make this a weekly chore instead of just when I think of it.
Now my spine and hip are killing me. I had to take two
Vicodins instead of just one. It was going up and down on the stool to clean the tiles over the stove that finally did me in.