Today was day two of my imprisonment with the Tiny Terrorist, but truly it was nowhere near as scary as yesterday. Bright and early this morning I knew that Alexis was feeling much better, but because of the ridiculous 24-hour puke-free rule, I couldn't send her to daycare. (I hate that damn rule. Common sense should determine if a kid should go to daycare, not a clock. Then again, I am the one with so much common sense that I had no idea she was sick before sending her yesterday, so whatever.)

As I was blow-drying my hair at a time I will not confess to (because that would be admitting I didn't take a shower until *coughfourcough* later than usual), I suddenly had the undying need to run downstairs and grab a bottle of water. Alexis was happily watching some Disney crap on TV while lying in our bed, so I dashed down as quick as I could, but then froze in my tracks. Turns out that when you are actually in your house during daylight hours you can see the layers of crud on your stove.

I figured I had a minute before Alexis would even notice I was gone, so I grabbed the bottle of cleaner and scrubbed the top of the oven. Of course, that made the front of the oven look dirty, so then I took care of it. That, in turn, made the cabinets look dirty, so I grabbed different cleaner and wiped them all down. Which, of course, made the fridge look dirty. That led to me discovering that magnetic letters can hide enough cat fur to make a hat. At some point during the de-cat hatting, Alexis showed up and joined in on the crazy, just in time for me to notice that I had spilled a little cleaner on the floor. That immediately led to me realizing that some water had dripped out of the freezer. Of course I had to open the door, and an hour later? The freezer was defrosted, and the giant glacier we had been growing in the bottom for five years was gone. People, even the turkey leg that had been stuck in the glacier for FOUR years was taking a ride in the Waste Management truck (thank ye gods of disgusting trash they were REALLY late today).

Cleaning. It's like a disease.

Thank goodness it's back to normal tomorrow. If I had another day at home I might do something crazy like vacuum.