gloves. check.sponges. check.old toothbrushes. check.containers for the bleach. check.
When I was little my Mom would turn on some music and clean, clean, clean. Yup, Etta James, Smokey Robinson and Mary Wells blaring in the background with every window and door open for a nice breeze mixed with the smell of whatever was slow cooking on the stove for that night's dinner. She would sing and dance and clean... Aww man, it feels so good when you deep clean your house and you can just sit and bask in the fruits of your labor, it feels so fresh and relaxing.