(Not so Grand) Foyer

It's literally been almost an entire week since I began cleaning a new area of the house, for myriad reasons.  In short, though, I felt an itch to clean something, and I settled on the entryway of our house.  It's small, and it's the last of the areas that a guest might pass through on a visit that I haven't already cleaned.

Action plan:
1.  Clean light fixture
2.  Dust picture frames and entry table
3.  Wipe down doors and door frames
4.  Wipe base boards and mop

How can I put this?  I completely forgot about the light fixture.  As in, I didn't even recognize that it was part of the project until I sat down to write this post, looked over my shoulder, and noticed that it had not been touched.  I'm losing my organizational prowess!  Three light fixtures missed in the last three rooms cleaned!  I need to finish this post and then get on the ball.

I used Pledge and a cloth to clean the picture frames and table in the foyer.  Again, whether it's an area that we see consistently or there were few decorations to collect dust in the first place, it wasn't too dusty.  As I brushed off the surfaces, however, Mini-me came wandering over and asked to help.  She was too short to reach the picture frames, of course, so I gave her a damp rag and sent her to wipe down the base boards.  She happily obliged and was engaged for the next ten minutes or so.

The door faces reminded me of the cabinet doors in our kitchen; they aren't flat, but have indentions of about an eighth of an inch that collect dust. I found that the easiest way to clean these tiny lips was with a Lysol wipe and a toothpick.

I actively looked for a "surprisingly dirty place" in this room, and was initially (proudly) convinced that there was nothing there that merited consideration.  Then I wiped my apple-cider-vinegar-dipped rag across the top of the door frame and was rewarded with a layer of thick dust.  I was shocked, but at least the area was small and easy to clean.  Again...if it's out of sight, it's almost certainly more dirty than you'd believe.

Finally, I mopped.  Not on my hands and knees this time; I didn't have the energy.  At this point it was 11:30, all three kids were whining for lunch, and I was tired.  I just used my standard mop and assumed that, if nothing else, the foyer had achieved a higher level of cleanliness than it had when I started.