While you clean your place, you have to sing your heart out, so you need to know the words of the songs.
Prepare your tools, mops, brooms, some dust pads, listening to "I will survive” (physical fatigue) by Gloria Gaynor.
Since starting is the most difficult part of cleaning up, it is better to do it with the right boost of energy and therefore the AC/DCs are exactly what you need. Fluff the sofa pillows, listening to "Highway to hell".
To avoid dropping dead of a heart attack while you remove the cobwebs from the corners of the living room, it is better to relax with something more melodic: “I don’t want a lover” by Texas will be fine, but while you beat the dust from the rugs you realize you need to sing "Man! I feel like a woman!” by Shania Twain.
All right, but now you have to clean the windows. Only “Rocking all over the world" by Status Quo can help you in this boring activity. Move the mattress: "Riptide" by Vance Joy is in the air.
Clean the interior of the closet listening to "On my wall" by Travis and "Take me to the church" by Hozier when there’s washing to be put out.
Dust the kitchen cabinets: “Wherever you will go” by “The Calling” will help you brighten your day.
Now clean the oven gently with water, vinegar and baking soda: the beating and compelling rhythm of “Supermassive black hole" by Muse in the background will make more bearable something like this.
Unclog and sanitize the toilet comforted by "Love it" by Icona Pop. And then run the vacuum and wash the floors, singing “F. you” (dirt) by Lily Allen.
Good. Now count down the minutes. Stand still for a little while and enjoy the last minute of cleaning. Soak up the contagious joy of "Happy" by Pharrell Williams. Look at you, hopping around in the living room.
Reward yourself with some ice cream. Imagine you’re in Italy, on the Amalfi coast on Sunday, and then imagine yourself kissing a friend (or a complete stranger) under a scorching sun.
