I am grateful for bleach

It is no secret that I have been very grumpy lately. I am unable to be the mom/wife/sister/friend that I usually am. My back hurts me to the point that I lay on the couch most of my day, trying to take the pressure off so I am able to do the things I really need to do, like fix dinner, take kids to their activities, grocery shop, attend sacrament meeting, etc. I have had to give up things that I don't mind doing (most of the time), like mopping the floor, vacuuming, and cleaning the bathroom. I have always had a love of the smell of bleach so sometimes the small things are what make me happy. I love to wash my sheets with bleach (although I have a hard time making the bed myself now), I love wiping down the counters with bleach (although I do this after the kids have taken their duty to clear and wipe first), and I don't mind taking my bottle of bleach/water mixture and wiping down a counter or two throughout the day just so I can smell the clean scent that makes me feel like I'm not slacking as much as I really am. If you come to my house and the smell is strong, it should trigger in your brain the kind of day I am having. What that means, is up to you to figure it out.