5,500 things gone, only 4,500 to go
I’m writing this post today because at the beginning of the project, I recycled a mountain of cleaning supplies that I don’t use and made a very interesting discovery.
Well, a more interesting discovery than the obvious one that I buy stupid stuff.
I was recycling mostly empty bottles of various cleaning solutions when a light bulb went on:
Why throw out a teaspoon of perfectly good toilet cleaner when I can clean a toilet with it?
For the record, I’m usually not this clever or motivated.
So I swished a little water into the dregs of the toilet duck and gave it a good squeeze under the rim. It only made it half way around the bowl where I usually make a full, undiluted, blue sweep.
Oh well, I tried.
But hang on, a couple scrubs and swishes later, I’m looking at a sparkling bowl. You mean, I don’t need to use a third of the bottle every time!
This unleashed a spirit of experimentation that began with the dish soap and ended in the kid’s bath tonight.
The dish soap works as well, if not better, diluted 50/50 with water in a spray bottle. It even makes the wash up chore a little more cheerful.
But tonight was when the real magic happened. Out of necessity, I diluted the kids shampoo with water and siphoned it into a spray bottle. I don’t know about your kids but mine like to wet their hair themselves – which never really does the job but I let them carry on if only for their independence. It usually means I get to massage sticky shampoo into random dry patches.
Not tonight! Tonight – they wet and I sprayed – content that soap and water were hitting their locks at the same time. It even helped them do a better job of distributing the suds to a greater circumference than the one square inch on the top of their heads that they usually wash.
It was so simple, I felt like I discovered gravity. Too bad my kids are 4 and 9 and will soon be bathing themselves, if at all, and spraying copious amounts of undiluted aftershave on their tween selves.
What I tossed today: 50 mega blocks that I teased out of the lego box (I can now tell the difference between a mega block and a lego blindfolded), and 50 photos that I scanned into the computer.
Awww! moment: My youngest held on to a photo of my favourite grandmother (whom he never met) and wouldn’t shred it until he saw absolutely that it was saved to the computer.