Inhaling deeply, I smile as the faint lemony odor fills my nose. It's one of my favorite smells. I know it may be a little weird to enjoy the scent of fruity Clorox but it is just so great. Cleaning the kitchen is one of my favorite ways to relax. Seriously. Taking a another deep breath, my eyes scan the current destruction. I start clearing off the table that's covered in grocery store ads from days before, random spoons and forks, and of course the school books that lay cluttered on top. Whew! I can finally see the awkward coloring of our tan/brown table. I open the lid of my weapon of choice: Clorox Wipes. I scrub the table until my arm begins to burn. Maybe this is a sign that I should go work out instead of cleaning. Nah! I refocus on the counters. Why does every counter surface seem to be covered?? I try to rearrange my roommates' food into areas so you can see at least a little of the counters. Again, I whip out some Clorox Wipes and wipe off the residue that seems to build up in a short amount of time. Then the worst of it all. The sink full of dirty dishes with old food caked on. For this I need a little reinforcement. Turning on my country Pandora station, I get to work. In no time, the sink is sparkling and all dishes are placed into the dishwasher ready for the rinse cycle. I look around at the now spotless kitchen and once again inhale deeply and smile before moving on to conquer the bathroom.
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