Cleaning Tip 1

Most of my housekeeping has the end goal of never needing to do it again in my life. I’ve got to change that philosophy because, lo and behold, every day brings more clothing and more dishes.

*Sigh*

Part of my 12-step process has been to learn what does work with cleaning. Surely there are methods, products, tricks, etc. (besides death or a maid) that make housework easier. Right?

Cue discovering a new cleaner: Bar Keeper’s Friend.

No, I don’t have a link nor a picture. You have the internet; you search. That way you can’t blame me for being a sales-pitch blog and all that.

This is a picture of the inside of my crock pot after using the cleaner.

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It’s actually a picture of the inside of my crock pot after my sister-in-law cleaned it for me. I didn’t even know she’d purchased the stuff. That is also why there is no “before” picture.

Just imagine streaks, stains, and several dubious brown spots.

The stuff seems to work so, if you have a kitchen implement or sink or whatever that’s listed on their bottle; try it. Hopefully your pan/pot/sink/child* will come out looking brand-new again.

 

*Do not try Bar Keeper’s Friend on your child.

 

©2019 Chelsea Owens

The Magic Clothes Washing Machine

People have long joked that their washing machines lose socks. No matter how fastidious they are about tracking those little buggers, a black hole opens up somewhere along the laundry path and orphans many a sad pair. I can relate, of course, yet I can also compete.

My washing machine not only eats socks; it also eats underwear and sports uniforms AND uses the digested materials to create plastic fish, Nerf darts, a plastic witch finger, and (I kid you not) packets of condiments.

Laundry Crap
Just some of the items the clothes washer has created.

I’m not sure why or how I came to own such a gifted machine as this, though I did notice its magical properties exhibited after we had children.

…It’s probably coincidental.

Unlike a dog delivering the paper or a cat delivering mouse organs, I haven’t much use for the presents I find in the laundry. I also tend to worry about the objects’ effects on the clean clothes. The fish and Nerf darts and witch finger are usually well-behaved, but the mayonnaise and ketchup are not exactly fabric softeners.

And, I’m concerned about using something created from a process I can’t see. What if the washer’s methods involve lint and elastic waistbands?

As helpful and generous as the washing machine is, I would rather have the powers in reverse. Instead of my son’s karate pants becoming a beanbag frog, I could deposit mustard and hot sauce in return for a red and gold soccer uniform.

I’m sure I would at least get a pair of socks.

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This past week’s posts:
Sunday
, March 10: “Selfish Selflessness,” a post outlining the tough midpoint we mothers find ourselves in.

Monday, March 11: Wrote a poem titled, “The @#*&% Diet.”

Tuesday, March 12: Shared a quote by Erma Bombeck.

Wednesday, March 13: Plated a second dinner tip for y’all.

Thursday, March 14: “Dietary Air,” a snippet concerning dieting.

Friday, March 15: Lamented and advised against teenagers in “Why Oh Why Must We Have The Teenage Years?

Saturday, March 16: Shared Ramblin’ Mama’s tweet about making friends for your kids.

Sunday, March 17: Happy St. Patrick’s Day! That’s today!

 

Photo Credit:
unsplash-logoNik MacMillan