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🤪 It started innocently. Just one “Clean With Me” video to motivate myself. Thirty minutes later, I was barefoot, holding a mop like a battle sword, yelling “WE DON’T NEGOTIATE WITH DUST.” My cat hasn’t blinked since.
🧽 The YouTube Rabbit Hole
You know the ones — peaceful background music, gentle voiceovers, sparkling counters, and a woman in a spotless sweatshirt saying things like, “Let’s romanticize our chores!” I clicked one. Then another. And another. Suddenly I had a 14-step deep cleaning checklist, five candles lit, and a burning desire to organize my fridge by color.
🪣 When Reality Hit (Hard)
I started with the kitchen. Two minutes in, I realized I’d never noticed just how grimy the back of the stove was. Ten minutes in, I was Googling “how to remove melted plastic from oven racks.” Imagine your real disaster here.
By hour two, I was emotionally attached to my spray bottle. I named it. That’s when I knew things had gone too far.
🐾 Meanwhile, My Cat…
Let’s just say he wasn’t used to seeing me scrub the skirting boards at midnight, humming like a possessed Roomba. He perched high on the bookshelf, eyes wide, tail twitching. If he could talk, he’d have called an exorcist.
🧘♀️ The Realization
Was my house cleaner? Sure. Was I mentally stable by the end of it? That’s debatable.
But here's the thing — I learned something. These hyper-productive “aesthetic” routines are inspiring… but also kinda exhausting. It’s okay to clean your way, at your pace, with mess in the background and your cat judging you the whole time.
📌 Call to Action:
Have you ever fallen down a YouTube rabbit hole and come out covered in sweat, soap suds, and existential dread? Drop your story in the comments — or better yet, tell me what your cat thought.
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