Worship the Orange

The fruit, not the color.

As of late, orange oil cleaning spray stuff has been my absolute favorite thing to use on most any mess. It gobbles grease, banishes burned on who-knows-whats, and adds sparkle to appliances. Plus it smells tasty. It’s especially good at getting rid of sticky goo that little fingers sometimes leave behind, and marvelous at removing peanut butter without any effort at all.

It is apparently also a lifesaver when your Button decides to paint his bedroom walls with black acrylic.

I don’t know what spurred this sudden urge to express himself all over the walls, but I do know that having textured walls in a house with small children is just the most terrible thing ever. If I could scrape it all off, I would, but I can’t, and so I will worship the orange.

On the brighter side of things, this little event did convince the hubby to finally fix our bedroom door so that it closes properly.