Practically Revolutionary

Confession: before all this, we used to invite people over to force ourselves to deep clean the house. A few weeks in, no visitors on the horizon, we knew we needed to find a new kind of motivation. What we’ve fallen into is a weekly ritual —Saturday is for scrubbing, scouring, sweeping. Sometimes things get a little gnarly by Friday, but in general, this is the cleanest the place has ever been. Is this being an adult?