It feels so good to throw things away. To crunch up old post-it notes and recycle bottles and donate clothes that I'll never wear again (goodbye skinny ass; there's a new derriere in town). I love Pesach cleaning. Not just the bleaching and washing and scrubbing, but the organizing and reducing and neatening that takes place simultaneously. Spring cleaning is one of the greatest traditions of all time.
My gut instinct was to start with the room last night (since isn't that how we think about those types of rooms? With a mentally-italicized "the"?), which didn't make a lot of sense so we settled on our bedroom. By 11 p.m., it was finished--blankets washed, drawers organized, piles of papers discarded.
I feel like I should take some before and after shots so you can watch the house come back into place. I tackled the sideboard this morning. I keep wandering back into the kitchen to marvel at the neatness of it.
Baruch ha'Shem for fertility treatments that made it only possible for us to afford a townhouse. Can you imagine if we only had to pay a co-payment and ended up in a house with 15 extra rooms to clean? There's nothing like Pesach cleaning to show you the silver lining in forking over thousands per cycle.