The next morning after we finally arrived in Gotham City, I woke up feeling tons better. I’m still a little tired but I’m finally able to get out of bed! Time to clean!!
And although we had planned on staying at the unit that we’re cleaning up, we ended up deciding to stay at our studio cause the electricity wasn’t connected the first night and since we had already unloaded all our crap at the studio, I didn’t want to move it again.
Remember, this studio condo is a small 500sf studio that Dick uses as his office in Gotham City. I actually love staying here with our family because it’s really cozy and we’re forced to be in each other’s faces. Good thing I like my family.
And when it comes to finding a place to sleep, we just camp out wherever…hence why we need to bring so many blankets and pillows.
CLEANING THE TOWN HOUSE
Our tenant moved out of our townhouse so you know the drill. Time for the cleaning crew (us) to come in and clean the place. If you’ve been a fan of Jane and Dick’s for a while, you would recognize our townhouse from one of my first blogs.
The townhouse was in decent condition and compared to some of the tenants we’ve had, the previous tenants left it fairly clean but the carpet was heavily stained.
And because it’s so dirty, I don’t want the baby crawling around in this nastiness. So, what to do? Well, there’s a storage closet that is pretty clean and obviously, people don’t really walk on the carpet in there that much so I make the kids all stay in there while I vacuum.
Ok, so we don’t really lock them in there but they were not allowed to come out!
Look at sweet Thelma…she LOVES to read.
We’ve got our cleaning supplies.
The gloves go on and it’s time to work!
First is VACUUM!!
Stairs are such a bitch to vacuum.
I guess after lugging the vacuum down the stairs, I must have gotten hot and taken off the sweatshirt.
Honestly, we could hire someone to come and do all this dirty work but I look at it as nurturing and caring for my investment. No one cares about our investment more than we do…not the tenant, not the cleaners or painters.
If we do the work ourselves, we know what’s going on with each property and what it needs. I just blast the music, get to work, and put my good energy and love into the house. Plus, it’s how I get my exercise. I also like that the kids get to see what we do first hand and because really, this all goes to them and one day, they’re going to have to take it over.
Cheetos breaks are expected.
While I’m doing all that, Dick is shampooing the carpets. Maybe we should open a carpet cleaning business since we’re turning into quite the pros. Umm, no.
To avoid having the look after the baby, the kids will volunteer to help.
Meanwhile, I go hang with Benz for a sec. He’s eating these organic apple puffs that he loves.
So cute to watch how he grabs them with his little, chubby fingers.
Dick sees me taking a break and comes over too.
Just because I deserve a break doesn’t mean you do too!
Finally, Benz falls asleep and I can get back to work.
Dick’s showing Louise how to hand-scrubb some of the stains out.
Another break after Dick finished the upstairs.
And, another sleeping place for Benz. Carpet on the stairs is clean now!
Dick finishes the carpet and it looks great!!
DICK: AIR FILTER NINJA
Dick always changes the air filters for our properties because they’re always so hard to reach. Dick says to me,
“Look at how how I have to do ninja-like moves and risk my life to do these things. You’re lucky to have me.”
Me: Eyes roll.
“See how I have to hold the filter with my teeth.”
“Then climb onto the rail…”
“Balance all the while trying to install the filter with one hand…”
“You’re so lucky I’m so talented.”
OMG, seriously? I’m clapping, is that enough praise for you?
Later, I look over at my multi-talented man and he’s got his feet in the sink.
I’m cracking up because he looks so funny with his feet up there.
He jokes that I can’t even lift my leg up there. Whatever! See my black boot on the counter? I studied ballet for a few years you know! And my black boots is why I don’t have to stick my feet in the sink. I can’t believe he went barefoot on that nasty carpet.
The next day we’re back and it’s time to paint.
I tell the girls they can run around upstairs with Benz now that the carpet is clean and dry.
For the most part, Benz is really good and loves to play with his sisters.
Except, whenever he sees me, he wants boobie!
Such a man he is.
So here I am boobie-ing my little man on the stairs whilst taking a break from painting. It’s so much harder to get stuff done with a baby around.
While I’m doing that, the girls are having a blast sliding down the stairs on their stomachs, like when they were toddlers.
As soon as they’re done, like the slave driver that I am, I tell them fun’s over and they have to help me wipe down the blinds.
“Oh, it’s so much work!”
Look at Ms. Louise being such a fakester!
Sorry, I’m not that sympathetic.
My girls got it good.
-Jane, Property Manager & Cleaner.
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