I think Lindsey may be developing OCD. She decided that we needed to clean the house. Like a major deep cleaning of everything. Okay, this is not a big deal. She started in the kitchen, I did the living room. Needless to say, my part is finished. She is nowhere close. She has been working on it for about 45 hours.
I am pretty sure she spent a half hour cleaning our coffee pot. It is black and she kept freaking out that there was still dust on it. DUST! I am okay with being thorough, but this is a little ridiculous.
And if you notice, there is a gallon of vinegar on the table. She is using it to clean. I blame Pinterest for this one. I hate the smell of vinegar. It makes me gag. And yet, my entire place smells like it. I may vomit.