And then we had watermelon.
I slept really hard and had bad dreams all night long.
So now, Stage Two is to go through everything I ended up piling (neatly!) in the closet and in the corners. I swear to you that the only reason we even got this far is that I knew she wanted to do the carpet before she went back to work (today: it's mostly policy orientation so far, and she hasn't even seen her office yet, but she seems to like it), so I basically decreed that if it wasn't on the floor, it could damn well stay wherever it was. Don't like the crap piled on top of the cabinet? Tough, it ain't on the floor. Dresser's messy? Ain't gonna get in the way of the steamer, so shut it. Which was perfectly expedient for me, but my mother (so full of glee that I was actually cleaning for a sustained length of time, and eager to micromanage) kept coming in and pointing out things I could do next. So I kept repeating the Carpet Mantra over and over and over: It's Not in the Way, So It's Not Getting Done Now. Which she couldn't really argue with.
Well... Stage Two is about getting all of that done. Sigh. But I'm not on a deadline with that, so I can take a bit more time doing it and actually fit in, you know, actual work in between cleaning spasms.