How many days of vacation does it take for me to sleep enough to feel rested enough to actually tackle housework? Four. The answer is four. Four days of almost total sloth, and now I'm raring to go. Of course, I have to work tomorrow.... figures.
Never plant a carrotwood tree. The root systems never die. My mother and I spent a few hours hacking at roots from a tree that has been gone for a year. They are still growing. It's like a hydra.
I cleaned my poor cracked shabby leather couch today. So grimy. So very grimy.
My vacuum smells like fire, so I have to take it apart to fix it.
I have washed almost every bit of fabric in this house. My water bill is going to be insane (but since I have mostly dead landscaping, I think I get a pass during this drought).
My house would be cleaner if my animals weren't like swiffers. Trixie was helping us dig, and Zippy likes to roll in the dirt patch that used to be the lawn. When I drop him, there is a visible cloud of dust that poofs off him. Fantastic.
Clean clean clean.