I am not a fan of cleaning, I can think of a million things that I would rather be doing instead, but man is there ever a sense of accomplishment when your boat is back to looking quasi-decently-new. I find it too easy for things to be left out when life is as fast-paced as when you have two young children (and live on a “workaboard”). And it doesn’t take long, for a small living space like a boat, to look like a full on catastrophe has hit every inch of it. But when everything has a designated spot it makes cleaning a teeny bit better.
   I don’t know what has been up with me lately but I have had desires to clean the boat. When the girls seem content with an activity I steal away and make the beds, sweep the floor (I lose an insane amount of hair, and below Ellia’s seat at the table looks like a war zone of rejected foods), yesterday I even scrubbed the bathroom floors, toilets and countertops. This is highly unlike me. I will usually drag my feet and grumble through these tasks, cursing the cleaning gods for adding extra chores on top of our daily dishes and sweeping, but as of late, give me a broom, a cloth, simple green, and a few spare minutes and I am off cleaning those nooks and crannies that have been bugging me for a while. I even offered to attack bilge cleaning. No, do not ask me to come clean your place, I am too busy using this positive energy cleaning time to play catch up on our own boat. The girls on the other hand make it their subconscious mission to follow behind me and destroy my progress, but once the cleaning has been done the tidying is not as painful, even if I have to do it twice, or three times.

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