My birthday* is later this month, and if 17-year-old me had known that 37-year-old me would be A) blogging and B) blogging about white distilled vinegar, 17-year-old me would have first rolled her eyes, as she was an eye-rolling-professional.

And then she would have hopped in her Honda Accord hatchback and done something incredibly reckless to try and change the course of fate.

Here’s the thing, you snotty brat of a teenager: 37-year-old you, while frequently surprised by her life, is happy.

And what made her ridiculously happy over the weekend was distilled white vinegar.

Wait! Come back, readers! I want to share my newfound love of vinegar with you. Oh, man, there you go.

For those of you who are sticking around (and really, I both thank you and question you – this is a post about vinegar), just a note about 17-year-old me: she, like all 17 year olds, was full of ideas. She totally knew who she was, and what her life would be.

And honestly? That’s the way it should be. There’s absolutely no good argument for knowing the ending ahead of time.

One of the many, many things the 17 year old dreamer and all her ideas never considered was future household cleaning needs. I think on some level I always knew I would marry and have children, even though for a lot of years I denied this to myself and to anyone who would listen. But even once I admitted my desire for domestication, I kind of assumed someone else would clean my house.

Why I assumed this, I have no idea. I didn’t grow up with a housekeeper (my mother would argue that I did have a housekeeper, and her name was Mom). I guess I just assumed that along with married, I would also be rich and fabulous. Two out of three ain’t bad.

In the interest of full disclosure, I have had housekeepers off and on in my adult life. No, we’re not rich by reality TV standards, but we are abundantly blessed and have at times hired outside help. These days, though, I am the housekeeper. She is me, and I am her.

I do have a staff, though. Two kind of short, useless ones, and one tall, helpful one who tackles my weekly (ha – DAILY) honey-do lists with a joy in his heart from which we could all benefit. Thank goodness for Mark and his willingness to help with the chores. I could do it all myself (shhh! Do not tell Mark.), but I would run myself ragged and I wouldn’t have time for anything else.

Regular readers know this, but new people, here’s the 411: I’m too particular for my own good, and while I do let things get way out of control sometimes, for the most part I’m a neat freak. I like things clean. And tidy. It’s the cross I bear. (Cue the eye roll from the 17 year old.)

So. My point. Vinegar.

I’ve used it before for specialized tasks, like descaling our Keurig coffee maker (I love that thing, by the way). And I’ve heard tale of vinegar’s many other uses before. Up until now, though, I’ve always spent money on a barrage of household cleaners. After switching to green and natural cleaners a few years ago, my housekeeping expenses went way up. That stuff is not cheap.

Not any more. I’m a convert. A Vinegar Convert. I found this site when I was looking for some tips on cleaning my cabinets (yep, that’s what I did on Saturday and it was deeply satisfying): Vinegar Tips. Turns out that this stuff is good for way more than just pickling things.

After wiping down my cabinets, I decided to give vinegar a try in a few more places, including my stainless appliances. It is a miracle worker, I tell you. Stainless steel appliances, while pretty, are madness-inducing for people like me who live with people like my children. The appliances are forever covered in grimy fingerprints and slobber. My 19-month-old puts his mouth on everything. When he was about 10 months old, he would regulary Kiss the Baby in The Oven.

A picture of a toddler looking at his reflection in the oven.

Smoooch! I love that baby in the oven!

Now that he’s older, he still puts his face right on the oven to look in (even if I’m only using the top oven, he likes for me to turn on the light so he can look in the bottom oven – I don’t question it if it keeps him busy for a couple minutes). Both of my kids regularly open the refrigerator and freezer for no other reason than to just look in there. It’s maddening, I tell you. And the obsesssion with the dishwasher… I can’t even go there right now because I’ll get too frustrated.

So I spend a lot of time wiping down my appliances, but am never completely happy with the outcome. Until now. Some warm water and a splash of vinegar changed my life. The glass on my oven was covered in grime (read: slobber and greasy finger prints). It’s all gone. And not a single streak. My other appliances have not been this shiny ever. I don’t think they looked this good on day one. Seriously.

Granted, the perfection only lasted until the children woke up from their naps. And yet, even with them putting their hands and faces all over the kitchen, the appliances seem to repel some of their advances now. A smudge and a fingerprint here and there, sure. But in general, everything still looks amazing.

Vinegar, you had me at hello. Or something. Next up, I’m going to tackle the windows in the playroom. They look like we have a large, slobbery dog. But we don’t. Nope. Just a small, slobbery toddler.

*Not fishing for gifts. I swear. Email me if you want my address. Ha. Really, really kidding.

I wonder…

:: What’s your favorite cleaning tip?

:: When you were 17 did you have a slightly different picture of the future in your head?

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