We traveled right through the Peach State and I didn't manage to blog a thing. It may have something to do with my lack of Internet access, but I'm just guessing. I do have some things tucked away in the dusty corners of my brain, so we'll see if I ever get it on the Web.
On Saturday, we arrived at our condo on the beach. Let me clarify- the condo we rented, not our condo, as I have not won the lottery (you have to play to win) and no rich uncle or aunt in my family has died. However, what we lack in inheritance, we make up for in crazy.
Where was I?
Oh, yes. The beach.
So we arrived at the condo I rented from "one of those websites where you save money by renting from the person who owns it" (totally trying to avoid the correct title so as to avoid Google searches.) We have done so in the past and it saves a lot of money.
There are a few perks you do not receive.
There is usually no daily maid service. You could be totally caught off guard by something when you arrive.
Now, you do have some negotiating power with a contract, but then you have to be all confrontational and assertive and, unlike many of my sweet Southern friends, I have no problem with that.
So far, the two places we have rented by the person(s) who own them have been fine. They have been clean, but I had to do my own cleaning.
Then again, I have issues.
Let me tell you about my issues. Go ahead and get your second cup of coffee.
I have two clean standards.
1. Family/Friends/People I Generally Know Or Send Christmas Cards To- When I visit their house, I feel at home. I have no issue about clean/neat/tidy. I feel welcome. I know them. I love them. I hope they extend the same graciousness to me when they visit my house. (Don't even ask me how often I vacuum under the bed.)
2. Hotel/Motel/Good Grief, People I Never Met Have Slept and Eaten Here- Hotel germs are different. And, I don't mean Forrest Gump, we'll grow to love you kind of different. I don't know them. I don't love them.
The thought that someone I don't know has been there and maybe the housekeeper missed a few places makes me twitch a little. So, unless I am at the Hampton Inn (they even wash the comforter!) I clean the place again.
Here's the kicker. The longer I'm there, the deeper I clean.
It's a sickness, really. But they say the first step to recovery is admitting you have a problem.
I always rewash all the dishes before we use them. I wipe down the microwave, frig., and counters. And then I sanitize the bathrooms.
Sometimes I use Lysol. Sometimes I use cleaner with bleach. It's all about the mood at the time.
That environmentally-friendly stuff is great for the environment but seriously, vacation is no time to be saving the environment.
All of this being said, if you are still here, you are probably sitting there either shaking your head at my insanity or thinking about all those times you stayed in a condo/hotel room and wished you'd had a can of Lysol.
I'm just here to help.