Catford Manor is Clean!

Every time I walk into my mother’s house, it’s fresh. Revitalizing. Clean.

My mother doesn’t live on a dirt lot or have five cats. She doesn’t have any cats, but for the sake of drama in this post, I’m emphasizing the five cats she doesn’t have… and we do.

My mother’s house is the house my house aspires to be.

For the last ten days, I’ve been intensely deep cleaning Bedford Manor. And even the cats are sleeping better because of it.

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Deep Cleaning

On the heels of yesterday’s post How to Help a Mourner, I admit that I’ve had to unfriend a few people on Facebook. It makes me sad that it came to this. But it’s also a bit refreshing. It’s a bit like cleaning the dust bunnies out from under the bed. You know what I mean… those harmless, hidden bits of dirt and debris that after a while grow so big you have no choice but to bring out the Dyson and suck them out into daylight and the garbage can. Yeah. It’s been like that.

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