Our Fan is Clean.

While Andy attended our neighborhood HOA meeting tonight, I took it upon myself to keep this whole "nesting" thing going. 

On my radar tonight was our bedroom fan, our master closet, moving the wireless router from the old-office-now-playroom to our bedroom, and cleaning the baseboards in the master. 

Closet was easy. 

Baseboards weren't bad. 

Moving the router took 4.3 minutes.

The fan kicked my Nesting Mama Bum!

We just changed our sheets on the bed a few days ago, and had yet to wash that load of laundry.. so I took the dirty sheet out and draped it over the bed in case we had a dust storm (yes, our fans were b-a-d! GROSS!). I then dragged the vacuum into our room and contemplated whether or not I should use the step ladder to reach the fan, or stand on the bed. 

Neither option seemed super safe to me, and I know had Andy been home he would have objected to both options -- but he wasn't home, I just couldn't bear the thought of letting the dust collect on that fan another day, and I really didn't want to waddle to the garage to haul the step ladder inside... so I opted for the standing-on-the-bad plan. 

I have never cleaned/dusted a fan before [that task usually falls on Andy's shoulders] and I may never clean/dust a fan again. It was not easy. I had to reach with one arm way up over my head to hold the blade steady, reach with my other arm way up over my head to try and vacuum the dust up, and do everything in my power to keep my watermelon-toting-body steady on the bed. I  bet I was quite the sight wobbling there on the bed in my ill-fitting white tank top and Andy's old pajama pants. Whew. I'm exhausted just reliving it here. 

But, I am happy to say... our fan is CLEAN!

And my arms are sore.

And my back is killing me. 

But the fan is CLEAN.

Now, I can turn my attention to how disgusting our carpet is. 

Why is everything in the house so appalling to me all of the sudden? Is that a part of this *nesting phenomenon* too? Nothing ever being clean enough? If so, we're in trouble.