2) Say to self repeatedly, "Mother-in-law coming in six days, six days, six days," until frothy, panic-like consistency is achieved.
3) Take "Before" picture:
4) Toss cat out of closet.
5) Bring large kitchen trash can into bathroom for "sorting."
6) Put laundry basket outside bathroom for things that need to live elsewhere.
7) Put a towel in the bathtub so I can put things in there without them getting damp.
8) Leave toilet lid up so I remember not to put things on there (we're a one-toilet household).
9) Take everything out. Clean. Put less-than-everything back in. Throw away, among other things:
- retainer, last worn age 12 (saved out of lasting fear of orthodontist, who was so very adamant about NOT LOSING THE RETAINER)
- box of matches with only 2 matches left (matches added to fuller box)
- two nail-polish-removing canisters, too full of removed nail polish to work anymore
- incense, from when we used to use incense
- bottle of Nair--WHY?
- liquid eyeliner--WHY?
- mascara marked 2005 (I'd read that mascara should be labeled so you'd know if there was a good reason it was so disappointingly clumpy and dry)
- three caps, containers unknown
- sixteen eyeshadows in colors like "urban" (harsh, cynical blue) and "island shimmer" (pale shimmery seafoam green)--WHY OH WHY?
11) Change clothes to get rid of bothersome lemony-clean fragrance.
I still need to deal with the shoe-holder full of hair accessories I never use (hanging on left wall of closet), but that's going to have to wait for a fresh breakfast. And I need to deal with the medicine cabinet and the under-the-sink cabinet--but again, live to fight another day.
I don't think the photos tell the entire grueling story, but is it interesting enough for ME to try to tell what the photos left out? Like, you see that white box on the top shelf? I put stuff like contraceptives in there--anything I would really rather my mother-in-law not see. I'm 5'9" and I had to stand on tip-toe to get that box up there, so my 5' mother-in-law would need a really good excuse. "Needed an aspirin" won't cut it.
See the bin of bath toys? I dumped them all out and scrubbed the bin.
I got rid of several of the empty tissue boxes I was using for storage, and replaced them with sturdier cardboard or plastic boxes.
I dealt with the stuff you can't see below the bottom shelf (extra toilet paper, bucket of cleaning supplies, baby bath seat, empty toilet paper rolls, spilled q-tips, cat fur), and the stuff in the little white cupboard (lower right, holding up the bin of bath toys).
I took away the Cat Towel we use to cover our towels, and it's down in the washing machine.
After emptying the kitchen trash, I took the trash can outside and scrubbed off several layers of OH MY GOD WHAT IS THAT? from the outside and inside.
In short: I did a lot of work today, and I am glad, and I feel that much readier for the impending visit. But also: I am in need of a reward such as a second plate of chocolate-chip cookies, and there are no more cookies, nor are there any more chocolate chips in the house. Hm...maybe Oatmeal Scotchies?