One pair of bleach-stained yoga pants later, and with the help of my trusty Muse and Lady GaGa, I have conquered the apartment. I chose not to take “before” pictures, because, DAMN.*
So now I find myself finished with cleaning and it’s not even noon yet (thank you, jet lag!). I’m thinking a movie, some lunch, and a nap sound like a perfect afternoon. What an exciting life I lead.
*It should be noted that my dear husband is not a messy person. This place was a wreck to start with, and he had never had the time nor the inclination to have the marathon cleaning session that is necessary when moving into a new place.