I was quite manic this week while my husband was out at a work meeting, and took it upon myself to clean our entryway.
I swept, then dust mopped, then mopped again. With the Flylady’s mop, which was SUPER NICE.
Then I scooted around on my butt (I can’t bend over) and scrubbed up the walls to about waist height to get the mud splatters from Tundra off the walls. Cleaned vents. Cleaned corners.
And here are some of the results.
Please excuse the masking tape. We didn’t put it there; the previous owner did, and we haven’t been able to get it up.
Blue tape for painting, folks. Just saying.
Aloof dog doesn’t like having his picture taken. He moved immediately after this so he couldn’t be seen. I can’t, for the life of me, get him to look at the camera! He ducks his head and flees.
This was the worst spot right here, where our shoes go.
Masking tape. *sigh*
But for all of the tape, it does look MUCH better.
I may have left a note on the wall for my husband since he was getting home after I went to bed. ‘I cleaned the snot out of this room. Please admire.’
I didn’t say snot. But you know what I mean.
I was SO incredibly stiff the next day it wasn’t even funny! But it’s nice now, and I’ve put everything back down.
What does your entryway look like? How do you deal with masking tape? Who does that, really?!? Inquiring minds want to know! *smile*