Linen Spray Recipe
Linen Spray Recipe: Laundry is always a chore, but is should be a sweet one.
I spent most of yesterday helping Geo deep clean his room. Foolishly, I thought I would get to my chores as well, but his room proved to be a bigger project than I had anticipated. Isn’t that always the case? Geo is a social cleaner. Send him to his room to clean it on his own, he’ll tidy up his floor and then be there for hours wondering what he should do next. He’s always been this way, and I’ve learned to supervise the work and direct his next moves. Then I come in and “help”. And then he says, “Thank you” every 10 minutes, he’s so relieved to not be alone in the endeavor!
See, I wasn’t kidding… the kid is an engineer. Those are zip-lock bags with hand-drawn diagrams for labels.
So today, I’m focusing on the rest of the house and those chores that are worth the effort, though tedious to do. I always feel so much better when our house is clean. I don’t need it to be perfect all the time, but I’m a huge fan of it being disinfected! Clutter I can stand, grime not so much!
There’s something about clean sheets and softly scented rooms that appeals to me. Cleaning is a chore, I’m not sure anyone really enjoys it. But that smell, when I’m finished, is such a reward. I’m throwing open windows and doors and letting the fresh air in. And I’m cleaning with a vengeance with the promise of a sweetness when I’m done!
The sachets are filled with lavender and you use them in your dryer! Just toss them in with your wet clothes for an extra layer of “ahhh”.
One of my favorite “rewards” of cleaning is linen spray. I adore the stuff. It’s easy to make your own, and it makes your sheets smell so lovely. I just sleep better in softly scented linens. Since I was out of linen spray and needed to whip up a batch, I thought I’d share the recipe on the blog as well.
It really is a breeze to make. The recipe is below the jump:
Liquid Courage
Salted Caramel Latte — aka: a hazmat suit.
Teenagers should come with certain precautions. Especially teenagers with their own bathrooms. As much as I go out of my way to avoid it—sometimes, his room needs adult intervention. Geo is an engineer. Lost in his own time-space continuum that does not have maid service. Or any concept of clean. Last week he told me, “Me cleaning my room is like teaching monkeys to talk.” So, armed with bleach and a certain amount of dread, I cleaned his bathroom. And then stepped out of his room and put on my angry eyes.
“YOU! Here’s a list of things you are picking up in that stye you call a room before I go any further. I’ll deep clean, but really…”
I’m not sure I’m going to ever recover.
IZ to the rescue. In case you’re new to this blog, IZ comes with his own super-hero cape. Usually in the form of a caffeinated frothy drink!
He whisked me down-town, in this glorious weather (holy cow, a week of sunshine! Did I just jinx it?) for a Salted Caramel Latte at the Astoria Coffee House and Bistro.
And now, armed with a bit of liquid courage, I’m stepping back into that boy’s room to restore some semblance of order. Heaven help us, both!
