Thursday part two

How productive have I been today? I suppose that depends on how you define the word "productive"

In any case, the answer is: Not very. At least that's how it feels. Sure, I spent six freaking hours going through the jumble of pots and pans and lids and plastics and dishes in my kitchen cabinets. Yes, I know that shouldn't take six hours. But really, you have NO idea just how much of a dolt his ex was, how bad she was at organizing/cleaning/putting stuff away/anything that was work, or just how OCD I get when I do something like that.

That said, I have a crapton of practically brand new dishes, table settings, electric skillets, etc. Apparently they were wedding presents. Although who in their right mind would give something so nice to such a lazy and unappreciative person as her, I don't know. I also don't know who was under the impression that she even knew how to use a crock-pot, much less what to cook in it. All of these things were wasted on her.

But, now I know that I have them. The only questions remaining are: What do I use first and what am I making?

Anyway, back on track, I spent six hours going through the pots and pans partially because it really needed to be done and partially because I knew (or at least thought I knew) that getting that big project done and then getting the big project of steaming the living room floor done would work out to be enough work for the day and then I'd get the menial stuff and smaller projects done tomorrow.

But then my steamer broke. More than broke. It was broke before because she-who-shall-not-be-named apparently had no idea how to take care of it, or concern for the fact that she was doing it wrong. When I moved in the poor thing was in disrepair. Having never in it's two year life been emptied, it was filled with dog piss diluted by water and all molded over (thank God for LOC multi-purpose cleaner!). Also, the roller thing that actually scrubs the carpet as you're going over it had been snapped out in such a way that it could no longer be put back in.

Nonetheless, the brave little steamer kept working - sort of. It still put water into the carpet and sucked it back out, the dirt and whatnot from the carpet coming with the water, so it worked well enough for the time being, until we could afford the time and money it would take to go look for a new one.

Well, today it quit. It was making funny noises when I first started it, but I just chalked that up to not having been used in a while. I did a portion of the floor that was cleaner first, to get it all clean so I would have a good comparison for the high-traffic areas as I was cleaning them.

Then it made an even weirder noise, and I started smelling something like burned plastic, and there was some smoke.

So I haven't steamed the floor, which means that in the time that I spent trying to steam the floor, i could have gotten other things done. It also means that the six hours I spent sorting the dishes could have been better allocated to something else, something that would have been more visibly different and left me looking less like a slob.

Oh well. I guess tomorrow will be better.