A tenantable revival

As landlords, my husband and I have discovered over the years there are a wide variety of atmospheric conditions left when renters term their leases.

We absolutely love it when they leave the place as nice, if not better from when they first moved in.

When the place is left with just some routine clean-up, we’re grateful.  And if the bathroom is left fairly clean, we can bet the rest of the place is the same.

We’ve learned, unfortunately, that’s a rare situation.  Do people really not care what they leave behind as remnants of personal hygiene gone amok?

Can I say we’re used to it?  Well, not really.  But we’ve become pretty darn good at reviving the places for the next renters.

There are the horror stories though.  Where the conditions are beyond mysterious, let alone how lives mattered there more than the pets.  Pets, unbeknownst to landlords.

Our arsenal of cleaning tools and tricks has grown along with each experience.  No scent goes undetected or treated for restoration to tenantable status.

Yesterday, we were finally finishing up on the cleaning of a place.  Let’s just say, the bathroom wasn’t clean enough to indicate the rest would follow suit.  I even found an empty beer bottle behind the pedestal sink.  Really, no sh**.   No literal sh** behind there, thank goodness.  And yes, I know…it’s not my place to judge one’s spa routines.

I’m always happy when the bathroom cleaning is done and I can move on.

When we get to the finish line we’re both pretty excited to look at how bright and clean the place looks.

Shining up the lights is the last step for us.  Lighting is always left uncleaned by renters.  It’s a given.  Come to think of it, I might need to remember to dust my own one of these days!

As I washed up the chandelier glassware, I glanced down at the murky water ready to be rinsed down the drain.  Ewe.

Sparkling clean…almost done…

Thinking quietly to myself as I rinsed the sink…I might finally be able to go clean my own home now.  We have pets, and it is shedding season…shake it off, we’re not renters, we clean regularly, really?!  Dust bunnies beware, tomorrow you’ll be gone!

We loaded up the truck with all the supplies.  Gave each other a high-five and headed back home to celebrate another successful rental revival.

Cheers!  Toasting our hard work with a martini seemed appropriate right?  There’s time in the future to make my own floors look brighter.  I didn’t want to get entangled up with a mop after spending the day with one.  I’d rather just color instead.  Oh my, maybe that’s what renters do instead of clean too??

Daily Post Prompt:  Atmospheric