Does it count as Spring cleaning…

… if you do it on the very last day of Spring?

It seems my coping mechanism today was to scrub the house from top to bottom. And I mean *scrub* — like remove the blades from the ceiling fans so they could be washed, scrubbing all the walls and baseboards of the kitchen, using the Magic Eraser to remove scuff marks from the walls.

At one point, though, The Boy realized he was scrubbing away marks where Treelo’s tennis balls had hit the walls. He turned to us, with a sad face, saying “we’re scrubbing away Treelo!”

Auugggh! My heart, it aches!

But the cleaning needed to be done. Not only because it had been quite a while, but also because my cousin will be living here while we’re on the “Westward Ho” trip, and because the place was a royal mess.

Still, the thought that we were vacuuming up the last of the Treelo hair, and removing marks from the walls that he’d put there… well, that was very sad. Several times, The Hubster and I just stopped to give a little supportive hug to each other.

I miss our boy. And Kenzie seems to have finally clued in to what’s happened. She seems rather subdued and depressed to me.