There’s No Rage Cleaning Happening Here

Occasionally I’ll come across a social media post or an article in which a parent bemoans their family’s lack of involvement in maintaining the house. The poster will say they’re “rage cleaning.” They’ll say they’ve “finally cracked” and decided to just “do it myself.” Often, it’s a mom who has reached her limit for the amount of mess she can handle in her teenager’s room or bathroom (or both), and she has decided to just clean it all herself. “When will this kid learn?” she’ll ask with, I assume, a strained voice and a maniacal twitch in her eye.

I think that last question is usually meant to be rhetorical, and I’m not going to be the douchebag who offers unsolicited advice, but if she were specifically asking me for an answer, I’d say “never.” Her kid is never going to learn, at least not as long as she keeps cleaning their messes for them. They are going to keep expecting her to do what she’s been doing, because people love keeping a status quo that benefits them. Our kids are human too, after all.

Of course, sometimes rage-cleaning is just that — mindless and perhaps unnecessary cleaning purely as a means to release pent up anger at the world that has no place to go but your toilet, literally.

But rage-cleaning because you’ve had it with your family not helping out? That’s a whole different enchilada. Fellow parents, don’t do this to yourself. Don’t pretend you’re all out of options. Give your freeloading kids chores. Even little kids can help out with age-appropriate tasks. Nobody should have the sole responsibility of cleaning an entire house when other able-bodied individuals live in that house with them.

I’ve heard some parents excuse their slobby teenager’s mess because their kid is “too busy” or “stressed out.” I get that kids are overscheduled and that now during a pandemic they might also be dealing with additional stress, but they still need to do chores. Chores aren’t “helping out.” They’re basic life skills, like brushing your teeth or tying your shoes. They’re also routine and mundane, and in the midst of the stress that comes with pandemic uncertainty, kids need routine and mundane.

I have rage-cleaned. Usually it’s my own damn closet because I’m fed up with the accumulation of clothes that I think I’ll fit into again one day, or the 15 Amazon boxes I’m saving “for Christmas” even though I know perfectly well I’ll only need three or four of them. It’s my own clutter that sends me into a rage. But the rest of the house? I share that work with my kids. Their rooms and bathroom? I don’t touch. I do not rage-clean other people’s messes, and no other parent should feel they have to, either.

When my kids were younger, we had a laminated chore chart on the refrigerator. Until chores were done, no screen time. Now they know the drill, and if they forget, I shout across the house for them to do whatever needs doing. There have been times they’ve given me pushback, of course, but they really don’t enjoy the “you live here, you help” lecture and threat of losing screen time that follows, so usually they just hop up and do what I’ve asked.

Chores aren’t negotiable. You live in a house, you help clean that house, period. It’s just me and my kids in this house, no partner to help. It’s a small house, thank goodness, and that makes cleaning way easier, but that doesn’t mean my kids get out of helping. I expect them to clean, and now that they’re 14 and 10, I also expect them to do a good job of it. I “inspect” their bathroom after they’ve cleaned it, calling them back in to fix any pee spots or hairballs they missed. If they’ve swept or vacuumed and miss a section, I make them come back and redo it. For a long time, my son put just-washed pots and pans to dry right-side up instead of upside-down so they could drain. I always called him back to do it the right way, because dammit, I’m not doing his shit for him. And I’m definitely not sending him out into the world not knowing that pots air dry best upside-down and have his future spouse look at him and wonder where his mother went wrong with him.

I promise I’m not as drill-sergeant strict as it may seem — I let little things go if the job was well-done overall. I just expect to see my kids have obviously put in some effort, and I want them to possess the knowledge of how to clean a house from stem to stern before they reach adulthood. I refuse to let them slack, allow my anger to fester, and then suddenly feel compelled to “rage-clean.”

Does any of this mean my house is perfect? Of course not. We have clutter and dust accumulation and baskets of clean laundry that sit for a few days before we finally fold them like any other family. But does it mean my house is always liveable and clean-ish and I’m never driven to the point of rage-cleaning? Yes, definitely! And I don’t like seeing my fellow parents feel like the cleaning of the house rests entirely on their shoulders or that their family is taking advantage of them.

If your family’s mess is making you ragey, kick their behinds into gear and make them clean! Write up a list to break down the tasks if you have to so it’s not as overwhelming to your novice helpers. Changing the WiFi password is an excellent motivator. No one deserves to be driven to rage-cleaning because of slacker family members who don’t do their share. At least make the adjustment from rage-cleaning to rage-delegating. Hey, we have to start somewhere, right?

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My Wife Can’t Stop Rearranging The House And It’s Giving Me Anxiety

I’d just spent the day recording my new audiobook. I’d been reading aloud for eight hours after spending literally months inside only speaking to my family. I had a headache, and my throat hurt — but the moment I came home, Mel asked me to move some window curtains because she had, once again, moved the kids’ rooms.

We got into a pretty big argument.

She said moving the curtains wasn’t that big of an ask, and yes, she was right. But this was on the tail end of what seemed like an endless assortment of rearranging the house, and all of it was making me a nervous wreck.

Like so many people, my anxiety has been at an 11 since March. I’ve been nervous about everything from losing my job to trying to figure out how to manage my obligations from home while also educating my children. I’ve been nervous about family members while also struggling with the realities of staying indoors constantly, something that I almost never do. I have worried about racial riots and inequality and unrest. It feels like the world, my life, everything is upside down and the one thing that I want to stay the same, consistent, and unchanging is the home I live in. As it turns out, this is the exact opposite of how my wife feels.

It began by moving our daughters from two different rooms to the same room. Then we moved my son into one of the other rooms. We moved the office from the large upstairs closet to my daughter’s old room. I know this sounds like we have a lot of rooms, but we don’t. We have four, and the only bedroom that hasn’t seen at least one shift is the master bedroom, and I feel confident that the only reason that didn’t change was because Mel knew I wouldn’t stand for it.

Like a lot of people, we’ve saved money because neither of us are commuting anymore, and thus, Mel decided now was a good time to finally get rid of that nasty old downstairs carpet that came with the house. I’ve been pulling out padding and tack boards.

Mel is also struggling with the same uncertainty and stressors — and as a means to feel like she has some control over the situation, she moves furniture. She tears out flooring and moves beds around. She moves pictures from one room to another. She rearranges the pantry and the cupboards and the laundry room. She moves the living room so the TV is now on the west wall instead of the east.

In the past, she’d rearrange a room or two each year, but now, it’s become a constant. I can’t find things, and it feels like I’m living in a stranger’s home. Our downstairs is stripped to floorboards. Each afternoon Mel enlists me to help her push furniture around the house, and as much as it gives her a much needed sense of calm, it drives me nuts. This is one source of tension in the middle of a pandemic that I never saw coming.

I have seen so many people post online about how the stress of 2020 has come out in strange ways. Some people are baking up a storm while others are hoarding toilet paper. Some people are going on very long drives, or taking up gardening, or training for a marathon that was already canceled but they plan to run it anyway, because they need a goal to take their mind off the madness.

But what I don’t see posted online is when one spouse’s stress releasing activity is in direct contrast with the other’s anxiety disorder, and, well… that’s the hell I’m living in right now.

I have always seen us as good communicators, but in this particular situation, our communication was really lacking. I knew moving things around was something Mel needed to feel in control, so I just went along with it, never telling her how I felt.

But during that argument over the curtains, it finally came out. We both ended up moving them, together, each of us frustrated. It was then, as she held one side and I screwed in the other, that I told her about how all this movement was making me feel. And I think communication, especially right now, is of utmost importance.

“I just can’t,” I said. “I know moving things helps you feel in control, but I need things to feel settled.”

She thought about what I said and told me she didn’t realize that I was feeling this way.

“Once the flooring is done, I’ll stop moving things for a while,” she said. I thanked her, hoping she truly meant it.

Then we kissed, and went into the other room to finish the curtain rods.

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Why We Have Re-Hired Our House Cleaner

Almost five years ago, a petite, long-haired Brazilian woman named Arianna walked into my home, ready to turn it into something that both smelled and looked good. Before she could get to the work of cleaning my floors and scrubbing my countertops, for which I’d be paying her $120, we chatted. I wanted to get to know her before I left her alone in my home.

Our conversation flowed easily as if we were courting one another, and maybe we were, in some bizarre way. I wanted to know who I was letting into my house, the stranger who I would grow to depend on. I’d discover throughout our very first conversation that she was a mom, just like me. She was going through a rough patch in her relationship (as I had), and that cleaning other people’s houses was her full-time job. Arianna was one of nearly 1 million people who worked as housekeepers and maids making $11/hour, according to a 2017 report from the U.S. Bureau of Labor Statistics. She’d been referred to us by our friends and now, she was moments away from getting on her hands and knees to make my floors so shiny that I’d be able to see my reflection in them.

I felt guilty. I never grew up with a cleaning lady or housekeeper, no one who got paid. My grandmother cleaned our house (she raised me) and I was required to keep my room clean on the daily. This is what I teach my kids, to keep their space tidy, but when we bought our house, I felt overwhelmed by the vastness of it (even though 1,000 square feet ain’t big at all).

The reason we hired a cleaning person in the first place was a stipulation of my wife’s: if we were to buy a home, she didn’t want to have to clean it. Between my work schedule and our son’s growing needs, I needed the relief and constantly fell behind in keeping our home clean. When we bought our home in 2014, I was happy to check cleaning my house off of my to-do list. I actually find it therapeutic to clean my own surroundings, but I just didn’t have the time.

Exactly one year after my very first conversation with Arianna, I had twins. Not long after our daughters were born, we decided to trim our budget and cut costs. We informed her that we would only hire her for a few months longer before we’d need to pause our monthly cleaning schedule to save money in mid-2016. She also surprised us with a story — she was pregnant with her third child. What I anticipated to be a few months of no Arianna turned into two long years.

We adjusted to being parents of three. Adjusted to the mounds of laundry, the stains on our couches not coming out, and battling the dust which collected in the crevices of spaces I didn’t know could collect dust. I could not take it any longer. I wanted her back.

So, we hired Arianna every few months to spruce up our home — before holidays, weeks when I was too exhausted to even put dishes into the dishwasher, her presence picked up our spirits. When she came back on a more consistent basis in 2018, she confided in me that she was separating from her husband. Our relationship had grown into a friendship over the years, and we swapped text messages of our growing kids and sent timely holiday texts like “Merry Christmas.” And now, she was sharing with me the pain of separating from the person she loved.

When the pandemic hit, so did the big emotions: anxiety, the exhaustion of homeschooling my kids, and the uncertainty of it all. Our messy house didn’t help, so I called Arianna. I wanted her back, but not only for the benefit of a cleaner home. Her presence was familiar, dependable, and nurturing. I needed all of those things in my life, especially with the pandemic. I also knew she would need work, and as an immigrant, I knew it would be hard for her to come by given the political and societal unrest we were going through as a country, sure to stall her work prospects. After all, 70% of domestic workers had lost their jobs.

I texted her to see how she was holding up and if she had the time to clean our house. She said yes and we scheduled her visit. She had three kids at home to protect and keep safe, so her first question was “Is everyone healthy in your house?” My response, of course, was yes. We were both focused on the safety and health of our families. But though our approach had changed a bit, I was as glad to see her as ever.

If my $120 could help Arianna put food on the table for her kids, I wanted to have a hand in helping her. She faithfully took care of our home when we needed it the most — and perhaps now, amid this bonkers pandemic, she needed us too. 

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The Pandemic Has Stolen A Lot From Us … And I Really Miss The Yard Sales

For the past few Saturdays this spring I have woken up and felt like there was something missing.

Now I know that anyone living in the world today can recite a mile long list of all of the obvious things that have been temporarily taken away. Some examples would be sending my kids to school, hugs from my parents, and celebrations for basically everyone and everything.

Yet as much as I yearn for those things and many others, I can rationalize the necessity for missing them. I know my duty right now is to hunker home with my family for the greater good of the human population. I know my kids will eventually go back to school, I will hug my parents again, and I will soon restart the task of juggling four different birthday parties every weekend.

However, as much as I know missing this one particular thing is irrational, it still is very real to me – because man oh man, do I miss yard sales!

Courtesy of Stacy Seltzer

For my family and me, springtime has become a standing tradition for yard sale hunting. Most Saturdays we would hit the road by 7:30 am, head to our favorite coffee shop, and then scour the internet for local garage sales, flea markets, and church rummage sales.

After, we would drive from house to house admiring and examining the crap someone else does not want, all the while hoping to find something in their pile of crap that we do want. Then we would pay the 50 cents or the two whole dollars for their child’s first bike or great aunt’s vintage vase, and throw it (safely) into the back of our car.

I have found few things in life that compare to the feeling of getting a massive bargain at a yard sale. It mixes the feelings of happiness, success and accomplishment all in one. Finding the perfect living room rocking chair for $10.00 has absolutely no equivalent on the internet. That feeling cannot be replicated on Amazon or Facebook Marketplace or even eBay – because believe me, I have tried.

Courtesy of Stacy Seltzer

Plus, my kids love it too! Every week we give them a set amount of money and they are asked to spend it wisely. It forces them to think through their purchases and learn the value of a dollar. We even make them donate old toys when the “new” toys are brought home, which as an added bonus makes them excited about giving other little kids new toys to play with.

And as many of my fellow yard sale shoppers know, it doesn’t end at just toys. I have bought furniture, jewelry, dinnerware, light fixtures, clothes and more. I even used to refurbish old chairs and turned a profit on them. It was literally a side business for me for a little while.

When my kids were babies, yards sales were where I got so many basic items at 1/100th of the retail cost. I scored a bouncy seat, a play mat, a pack-n-play, a baby slide, a train table, a ride-on tractor and a double stroller.

Courtesy of Stacy Seltzer

I once went to a community yard sale (which are typically the motherlode of finds), where a woman gave me her 10-year-old daughter’s entire life collection of shoes for $5.00. She just wanted them out of her house, and I was a willing shopper wanting to take them.

Yet my absolute favorite story was from last spring when my daughter was eyeballing a Razor Scooter, and a young girl (probably around 13) told her it was $15.00 – which unfortunately was way above her $5.00 budget.

Seeing my daughter’s hesitation and obvious disappointment, the girl’s Dad came over quickly and said, “We will take $2.00”.

Shocked, the man’s daughter turned and said, “But Dad, I have a lot of memories with that scooter.”

And his response was magical. He looked kindly at his daughter but sternly said, “The memories are in your head, not with the scooter. It will be $2.00”

Courtesy of Stacy Seltzer

You see, that is the beauty in yard sale shopping. You are taking something important that someone doesn’t have a use for anymore and giving it new life. It is the epitome of re-use and recycle, with little money involved. Most, if not all, of my yard sale “shopping sprees” total less than the two lattes and muffins we would have before we ventured out.

Yet as much as it is about the find and the deal, it is also very much about the experience.

It’s the excitement my kids have on Saturday mornings, talking fast about how they want to spend their money. It’s our favorite coffee shop where the barista knows our drinks and the pastry chef in the back always refers to my kids by name. It’s the interacting with other families, and finding the diamond-in-the-rough treasures together.

I remember the story behind almost every yard sale item we have bought as family. They represent a time in our lives I will never get back.

So I guess deep down I know what I really miss … I miss the memories.

I miss our Saturday morning ritual. I miss the time outside my house spent with my kids and my community … and if I am being honest, I miss the cheap finds too.

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Packrat, Now Is Your Time To Shine

You know who you are. Your attic is full. You keep all the things. You hoard clothes in case you change sizes (why buy a new wardrobe each time?). You can’t bear to let go of old toys, outgrown books. You, my friend, are the person with the full set of encyclopedias and the piles of National Geographics. You keep the toilet paper rolls. You might need those milk jugs. Those flower pots could come in handy. Old boxes? You’re on it. If it arrived at your house, it probably stayed there. Some people have looked askance and made comments about the KonMari method. But you are a proud packrat.

And now, my packrat friends, now is your time to shine.

The Packrat Rules The Pandemic Art

You’re trapped in a small space, for an indefinite amount of time, with small or not-so-small children. You need help. You need amusement. You need … art supplies. And during a pandemic, all the things become possible art supplies. Those paints you bought on discount three years ago when the craft store went out of business are suddenly sent from heaven above. The toilet paper rolls become stamps. Old potato ends also become stamps. The ends of old glassware become stamps. You can stamp all the things.

You can also glitter, glitter, glitter, because you saved all that accursed glitter. It may be accursed, but it’s yours. And goddamn if you didn’t store it on a shelf. You can pour it over glue (you bought gallons of glue on sale during school supply season, didn’t you? Of course you did.). You can make sensory bottles. You can pour it into slime. You can make glitter-sand/dirt sensory bins. Oh, the magic of glitter! Only a packrat knows, and yes you’ll be finding glitter everywhere to infinity and beyond, but desperate times and all that.

Didn’t you inherit that bucket of buttons from your grandmother? Button art, bitchachos. 

Remember all those old clothes? Cut out fabric scraps for collages. For doll clothes. For superhero capes. You don’t need special sewing for T-shirt fabric. It won’t unravel. Cut one-inch tabs, tie them to each other, and make enormous blankets.

Keep ’em busy. Keep ’em creating.

Packrat, You Rule The Yard

Dirt + anything = immediate fun. You can regrow plenty of vegetables using kitchen scraps. You have dirt. You have, presumably, wine glasses, unused vases, extra cups, unused mugs … the list goes on. You can even use those wine bottles you keep emptying. All those people who purged their lives? They got rid of those Things That Did Not Bring Them Joy. Well, they’re certainly bringing you joy now when your kids watch the veggies grow!

Got some old seeds? Stick ’em in the ground and see what happens. Who’s joyful now, packrat friends and neighbors?

Oh yeah, and you can paint all those sticks littering the yard, wrap them with all the yarn you swore you’d crochet into something miraculous one day, and hang shit from them. It’s called conceptual art. Maybe use some of those seashells you’ve been hoarding?

Reuse the camping equipment you haven’t touched since before you got married. Those old canoes become awesome imaginary toys, so drag ’em on out. Your kids don’t care if that old tent has some holes. Plus there’s some lightweight pots and pans in there, so you can either let them play with them in the yard, or add them to the play kitchen.

Use The Old Clothes For All The Things

You don’t want to take them to Goodwill. You never know what you’ll need them for. Bag them. Hoard them. Love them.

Cut them up for toilet paper if you run out. Cut them up for rags if you get sparse on paper towels. Better yet, cut them up, use your old canister of bleach wipes, and saturate. Now you have more bleach wipes. Make doll clothes. Make collages. Order a needle and thread and start quilting (you can do a straight stitch, right? You can totally do a straight stitch). Patch your kids’ clothes — it’s not like you can go to Target and buy more jeans, and no one cares if your kids’ clothes have patches.

You are saving the Earth. You’re also keeping busy. You are a champion packrat, friend.

Old Jugs Are Gold

Old jugs/plastic containers become all the things. Cut the tops off. They are now shovels the kids can use to dig up the backyard. Cut the tops off and poke holes in the bottom: they are now flower pots they can use to grow those aforementioned veggies. They become scoops for dog food. They can become measuring cups. You can let the littlest among you use them to scoop and dump, scoop and dump, because that’s what life is all about when you’re two years old. A packrat knows this. A packrat probably already has a stack of them in their garage.

Everything Is A Collage

If you’re a packrat, you’re down with the collage thing. Old bottle caps? Make a trash collage. Old magazines? Collage. All of the above? Found object collage. Old books? Word collage and/or fake ransom notes (if you ever want to see your iPad again …). Cut pictures from their old books, paste them to cardboard, and cut them out as nostalgia. Cut out pieces of their old baby clothes and make a collage of memories. The list goes on and on, and is limited only by your imagination and what you’ve happened to hoard.

You’ve got this, my packrat friend. You have the tools. You have the talent. Your house has been waiting for this moment, preparing, prepping for the day when it must become self-isolated and you must entertain small children on a shoestring (you have extra ones of those, right? Cat’s cradle, dude). Go forth, friends, and use what you’ve got. What brings you joy? All the things bring you joy. Trash is treasure. Old things are new. Reuse and recycle.

You are winning at stay-at-home life right now.

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15 Beautiful Hanging Swing Beds

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I Have My Own Cleaning Business—Why Vinegar Is My Secret Weapon

For many years, my full-time job and passion was my cleaning business. I closed the business to stay home and raise babies, but now that all three of my kids are in school, I have added residential cleaning back to my list of part-time jobs. I have always prided myself on providing trustworthy and quality work. I am also proud to tell people that I only use eco-friendly cleaning supplies and products. I am adamant about it, actually. I care too much about the planet, myself, and my kids to use toxic chemicals when much safer and equally-effective options are available. Even though my job description has shifted over the years, one thing has remained the same: Vinegar is my secret weapon.

Vinegar is a safe, inexpensive, and versatile cleaning agent and something most of us already have in the pantry. There are lots of vinegars to choose from, but the one best suited for cleaning and the one I am referring to throughout this article is white vinegar because it is the most acidic and makes it a potent cleaner. In fact, full-strength vinegar may be too strong for some surfaces, so diluting it with water or using apple cider vinegar is the way to go. For an even more acidic cleaner, use cleaning vinegar. It has 20% more acid than regular white vinegar. A simple water/vinegar mix will effectively clean most surfaces in your house.

Use caution on some surfaces. Granite, soapstone, and marble countertops, untreated grout, and stone floors do not mix well with vinegar. The acid can cause pitting and loss of shine. However, vinegar is magic and works in more situations than not.


A simple solution of two parts vinegar, one part water in a spray bottle makes a great multi-purpose cleaner you can use anywhere in the house. But in the bathroom, mirrors, tubs, showers, glass, and tile can be cleaned with this solution. Because vinegar is so acidic, it is great at eating soap scum and brines left by hard water. I have even had luck getting stains from tub crayons off of shower walks. Spraying your shower after each use will help prevent mold and mildew growth too. For really tough jobs in the shower or tub, I have made sprays with a mixture that was one part plant-based liquid dish soap and one part vinegar. Adding lemon oil will make your vinegar cleaning solution smell better and work harder because the oil is also antibacterial and antiviral.


Bring your multi-purpose cleaner into the kitchen and clean counters, appliances, and sinks. Vinegar is great at cutting grease and sticky surfaces—like stickers or jelly left on the wall. However, vinegar doesn’t react well to egg-based messes; adding it will make the spill stickier. Use hot water and a cloth to remove the mess, then use vinegar to clean the surface. Vinegar also freshens stinky drains and cleans the inside of dishwashers.

Pro tip: to get your stainless steel surfaces to shine, dab a cloth with vegetable oil, use it to wipe off finger prints and smudges, then wipe the surface clean with another end of the cloth that has been dipped in vinegar. Let dry and enjoy until your kids appear and run their hands all over everything. Oh, and lean in close: your coffee pot is likely growing mold, so wash your pot and run vinegar through your machine to break down scale build up and knock out mold.

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I am going to go out on a limb, but I have a feeling you have forgotten to put your laundry in the dryer until the next day or that your kids piss on things. I am also going to guess that if you are a wine drinker, you have slopped it on yourself. Vinegar deodorizes mildew towels, stinky gym clothes, and pee-soaked sheets and clothing. It is also a natural fabric softener, so skip the expensive dryer sheets and add up to a cup of vinegar to the final rinse cycle. Vinegar can be used as a substitute for bleach, too, if you want to brighten white cotton socks, shirts, or underwear. Grass and armpit stains are acidic and dissolve when sprayed with vinegar. A paste of baking soda and vinegar can remove red wine stains too. But the more delicate the fabric, the more caution you should use.


A little goes a long way with hardwood and laminate floors. No more than half a cup to each gallon of hot water is necessary to get your floors clean. And if you don’t want the vinegar smell, add a couple of drops of peppermint oil, lavender, or lemon oil. I personally love the smell of tea tree oil.

Clogged Drains

I refuse to buy those chemical solutions meant to unclog pipes. They are expensive and I have yet to find one that actually works. I feel like I am dumping money down the drain. Literally. An alternative is to do this: pour a pot of boiling water down the clogged or slow draining pipe. Then add a mix that contains one cup water, one cup vinegar, and one cup baking soda. Cover the drain and let everything sit for ten minutes. Follow up with another pot of boiling water. If this doesn’t work, I like to pull things apart; I will remove the drain plug and snake the drain from the top to pull out hair and gunk. I have also turned off the water supply and have unscrewed the U pipe under the sink. Be sure a bowl is under this to catch small leaks and be prepared for grossness. I find it satisfying. You may not.

Skip the fancy and expensive store-bought cleaning products filled with oil-based and toxic promises and get yourself some simple, but powerful white vinegar.

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Your Home Improvement Project Can Wait — It’s Not ‘Essential’

I hate to be the bearer of bad news here, but that home improvement project you are planning to tackle since you finally have a lot of time on your hands?

If it requires a trip to a home improvement warehouse store, it needs to wait.

I totally understand how frustrating that is. Like you, when I first heard how long we would be confined to our home, I planned on taking advantage of my husband’s reduced hours to knock out some of the projects we’d put on the back burner.

I wasn’t planning a shopping spree or anything, but I figured when we ran out for groceries, I could send my husband into a home improvement store to grab just what we needed for one project at a time. We could still limit ourselves to one trip per week as recommended. We’d stay in our own home the rest of the time.

That would be responsible, right?

Turns out, I was wrong.

Trips to the home improvement store are actually not essential for most of us, most of the time.

I know this feels like the perfect time. I have a mile-long list of projects we keep meaning to get around to doing. There are three outdoor light fixtures on the front of my house that I’ve wanted to replace for two years. My husband has been promising to paint our sons’ bedroom since one of them colored on the wall six months ago.

We are halfway through a kitchen remodel. My kitchen functions as-is, but I am dying to see the gorgeous tile backsplash I have planned.

As much as I wish it could be, now is not the time. We all have to forego non-essential trips for a while. Even those of us who are really, really desperate to see how the tile will look with our new countertops.

Part of the reason I thought this would be okay was because I thought the stores would be close to empty. I was so disappointed when I realized how crowded home improvement stores still are, even in the midst of this pandemic.

Last weekend, I found out firsthand.

I knew my kitchen and my paint and my porch chandelier weren’t essential. I gave up on those weeks ago. But when my husband pulled our lawnmower out of the shed for the first time this season to find that the belt needed to be replaced, I thought that might be important enough to warrant a visit to the store. We have little kids and a dog, and they need a safe place to play outside. I thought I could just send my man quickly into the store to grab the part while the kids and I waited in the car for a change of scenery. “A store that doesn’t sell food will be a ghost town,” I thought.

I was totally wrong. The store was packed! The parking lot at our local branch was as full as a normal Saturday. People were walking in and out in close proximity, laughing, stopping to look at things.

Did nobody get the memo about this global freaking health crisis!? We have to do better as a species, y’all.

Needless to say, we did not go inside. My husband ordered the part instead. We are still waiting for it be delivered, and our grass is knee high on our preschooler. But it’s better for our grass to be too tall for an extra week than it is to ignore the guidelines for helping to keep COVID-19 from overwhelming our healthcare system.

We could have thrown caution to the wind and played the odds. My family is comprised of young, healthy people. COVID-19 might pass through our family without incident — but it might not. Nobody is invincible.

We have to go out for food and my husband has to work, so we can’t eliminate every single risk. But it’s irresponsible and completely selfish for anyone — even a young family like mine — to even consider putting ourselves at risk for something like a lawnmower belt.

We also need to leave those stores accessible to people who can’t avoid shopping there. The world hasn’t truly stopped due to this virus. Some people have to be brave and do their best to safely carry out their essential duties. The rest of us have a duty to step aside right now and make it safer for essential workers to get in and quickly out of stores that carry the things they need to do their jobs.

It’s even more important in my local area. Tornadoes ripped through our town just a month ago, shortly before the rest of our lives changed drastically because of COVID-19. Hundreds of people lost their houses, and they can’t find shelter in the place they called home. They are displaced and their lives are upended. Many of them are now facing the prospect of job changes and financial uncertainty, too. They have to continue to attempt to rebuild their homes and their lives in the midst of this additional crisis.

The construction crews need supplies to make that happen. They need us to step aside and make sure they can get their materials without fighting a crowd.

Of course, there are exceptions. Use good judgement. I’m not suggesting that if your refrigerator stops working, you forego safe food storage. If your pipes burst, you’re going to need to run out and get the supplies to repair the leak. Some trips are completely essential. Those are still okay. Keep them short, wash your hands, wear a mask, and practice safe distancing. Keep an eye on the latest guidelines and follow them — but get what you need.

But if you’re just itching to complete your backsplash (like me), plant some flowers, or transform your master bedroom in the Midwest into a seaside oasis with a coat of paint in a shade with a name like “Honolulu Breeze,” you need to just … not.

Your home improvement project can, and should, wait. It’s time to hunker down, venturing out only for work, food, and emergencies, and do your part to flatten the curve.

Millions of lives depend on it.

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How Do I Clean The House During a Pandemic?

It’s hard enough to keep a house clean, but spring cleaning has a whole new meaning during a worldwide pandemic. While the coronavirus is said to be most effectively passed through airborne respiratory droplets transferred from person to person via coughing and sneezing, the virus is also capable of living on hard surfaces like glass and counters for up to 72 hours and on cardboard or fabrics for up to 24 hours. The likelihood of transmitting the virus from inanimate objects to humans is low, but it is possible.

The good news is that the strength of the virus decreases over time, and by the time the virus is touched its potency is less dangerous. Surface-to-person infection would also require someone to transfer a potent level of the virus from a surface directly into their nose or breathe it into their mouth. The most important ways to keep ourselves safe is to limit contact with others, stay home if you are sick, and wash your hands frequently. The CDC and EPA also provide suggestions for ways to clean and disinfect your home.

There is a difference between cleaning, disinfecting, and sanitizing. Cleaning removes dirt and grime. Sanitizing kills 99% of germs and reduces contamination of germs to safe levels. Disinfecting kills all germs on a surface. Not all cleaning products disinfect all types of germs, but you need to clean before you can disinfect, otherwise you are not getting to the surface (or root) of the problem.

Common EPA-registered disinfectants that are capable of destroying hard-to-kill viruses like rhinovirus and norovirus will also kill coronavirus. But it’s important to remember that you need to follow manufacturer instructions for the disinfectant to be effective. You may need to spray the disinfectant onto the surface and let is stand for up to ten minutes to truly do its job. And DO NOT mix chemicals, especially with ammonia; wear gloves and open doors or windows for proper ventilation.

Then why is simple soap and water all I need to clean my hands, then? Not to get too geeky, but the coronavirus is essentially what Palli Thordarson, a chemistry professor at the University of New South Wales, calls “nano-sized grease balls.” The virus is surrounded by fat and protein, which is broken down by soap. Once the virus’ outside layer is pulled apart, it becomes soluble in water and washes down the drain. But to do this effectively, folks need to take the full 20 seconds to scrub their hands. The CDC recommends washing hands first if the option is available. If hand sanitizer is the only option, it must contain at least 60% alcohol to do the trick.

Back to your kitchen and bathrooms.

A basic soap and water or vinegar and water spray will effectively clean most non-porous surfaces. While vinegar is capable of killing bacteria, it will not kill coronavirus. Nor will most of our green cleaners. Companies like 7th Generation and Mrs. Myers do offer disinfecting sprays, but they are not listed in EPA’s Emerging Viral Pathogen list. And before you get any ideas, tea tree oil, essential oils, nor vodka will kill COVID-19 either. Use these products to clean, but not disinfect, your home.

The CDC recommends frequently cleaning and disinfecting high contact surfaces. These are door knobs, light switches, faucets, desks, keyboards, remote controls, and phones. Electronics should not be doused in liquid, but a disinfecting wipe or damp cloth soaked in 70% alcohol solution can do the trick; dry with a soft cloth. Wipe down counters, sinks, toilets, and bathrooms often. Multi-purpose cleaners from Lysol, Clorox, and Purell will kill the coronavirus if used properly. However, these solutions can cause skin and lung irritation — so again, use gloves and open a window if you can while using the products.

Thankfully we do have DIY options that are less harsh. There are common household items that can be used to disinfect your home that contain fewer chemicals and could be less toxic to our bodies. This is great news for other reasons: it’s hard to find Lysol and Clorox products on the shelves these days and Amazon is struggling to keep up with delivering the essentials.

The CDC recommends diluting bleach to make a bleach solution. They suggest 1/3 cup of bleach for every gallon of water. Alcohol solutions that are made up of at least 70% alcohol will do the job too; most rubbing alcohols are 70% isopropyl alcohol, but be sure to check the label. Don’t be shy about soaking the surface and leaving it wet for 30-60 seconds. If the bleach or alcohol solution is not left on long enough, it won’t kill harmful bacteria and viruses left on surfaces. Hydrogen peroxide — most are 3% solutions — is also an effective disinfectant, and can be used directly out of the container.

Some folks are nervous about bringing packages, mail, and bags into the house from delivery services. The United States Postal Service, with the CDC and WHO, have not found evidence of coronavirus being transmitted via mail. It can live on porous materials for up to 24 hours, so if you are worried about a package, keep it in the garage or porch for a day or wipe it down with a disinfecting wipe. Or remove what you need from the package, recycle or throw away the waste, and then wash your hands and disinfect the floor or counter that held the package.

Your reusable bags should be washed regularly, and clothing can be washed according to manufacturer’s suggestions. For laundry you think may be contaminated, the CDC recommends washing it in the warmest possible setting that is appropriate for the material. Don’t shake dirty laundry, wash your hands after starting a load, and disinfect laundry bins and bags.

Our homes are still the safest place to be. We just need to be more thorough and vigilant about cleaning and disinfecting high-traffic areas. No need to dip everything in bleach, but you should wash your hands more often than you think is necessary. Hopefully, that’s something you’re already doing anyway.

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How to Make Hand Sanitizer

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