Something got into me

For some un-explainable reason I got the urge to do some heavy-duty cleaning this weekend. The kind of old-fashioned spring cleaning I used to watch my mother do every spring. I'm not sure if I am late for last spring or early for next spring, but I kicked some dirt-booty this weekend. I scrubbed woodwork, baseboards, door panels, floors, tubs, toilets, and showers. I scrubbed and conditioned the leather furniture. I cleaned off my desk and dusted light fixtures. I steam cleaned the kitchen floor after mopping it twice. I cleaned out refrigerators, took out trash and did laundry. I scrubbed and polished the granite counter tops. I washed windows. (Maybe shouldn't have since a poor bird flew smack into one and knocked himself senseless) I even cleaned out my van and got it washed and vacuumed. 

And yet, my house still looks like a disaster. Why, you might ask, since I seemingly cleaned every inch? Well, that would be because Disaster Boy and his sidekick Booger Butt did their very best to destroy everything I did. Things like dumping a box of cereal on the living room floor and then DANCING on it. So the house might be clean, but it looks like a tornado struck it. Next time I plan on using copious amounts of duct tape to remedy that problem....