The new mattress came yesterday. And, of course, because we knew that once we pulled the old mattress and box springs off the bed frame, the dust and spider webs would lay thick underneath–which they did–we had to get out the vacuum cleaner and take care of that.
Once that was done, of course, the rest of the bedroom floor with its fine coat of dog hair needed our attention, too, and since we already had the vacuum cleaner out and right there, well, might as well.
And then ...
SFX: DIAL UP THE THEME FROM JAWS:
Like a shark's feeding frenzy, a cleaning frenzy involves a focused, on-point, nothing-gets-in-the-way attack. One moment, you are thinking about how nice it will be to have a firm new mattress, the next thing you know, it's three hours later and you are exhausted, having vacuumed, mopped, dusted, scrubbed bathrooms, and otherwise cleaned the castle.
On the one hand, this is good because, well, everything is clean. On the other hand, it is tiring, and you have to go and dirty up your nice sparkling shower because you are gritty and grubby.
Plus you shake your head over what pigs you are.
But the new bed feels great.