Cleaning Frenzied Me

I started with one small corner of my kitchen Set the timer, so I could stop in fifteen minutes Set the timer eight more times until the floor was scrubbed The counters were scraped, the table was polished to a shine Might as well do the microwave I kept shutting the refrigerator door I was not ready to tackle that monster yet Hardened ketchup drips and syrup from a year ago The living room now looks amazingly dirty Weird since it was cleaned yesterday I wanted it to sparkle like the kitchen Before I had quite finished, I had to run to the bathroom Which I am now painting because it was incredibly dingy Nothing is done, but lots of things are started. My husband is poking around in the frig. He yells “when are you cleaning the refrigerator?” If there is a homicide on my street, you will know it was me.