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How to DIY the ever living SHIZZ out of home cleaners

While I Big Puffy Heart Norwex, this post is NOT about that magical product, nor the similar e-cloth product.

This is about making your own cleaners for that nice fresh clean.

First, you need The Internets and a Search Engine.  Like Google.

Type in "DIY home cleaners."

Pick one. 

GO.

I'm partial to Clean Mama recipes.  She's brilliant.

For my counters and appliances, I use this.  Or just Norwex.

I like the daily shower spray concept, but since we are budgeting, I didn't want to purchase a new bottle.  So I made this and mixed it up in the old bottle.  I use it in all showers, and have been for about a week now.  Smells delicious!

For my fridge, I use Norwex then goob it with oil.  I thought it was supposed to resist finger prints, but my brother immediately poked it and produced a giant print, so there goes that theory.  But boy, does it shine!  With a finger print. 

For my tile floors, I use the lemon peppermint tile cleaner in this post.  These floors grab dirt like NOTHING.  My hardwoods respond to Norwex wonderfully.  But for my tiles, the products I have aren't enough.  I spray and clean with my Norwex mop and OH the dirt that comes up!  Makes me believe I actually have clean floors.

Last, the DIY toilet cleaner.  Not of Clean Mama origin.  I omit the vinegar because I don't have it at the recommended concentration.  So it's basically a jar of baking soda muddled with lots of peppermint and tea tea oil.  So far, it cleans like a champ.  I don't use a tablespoon to measure, just my eyeballs.  AIN'T GOT TIME FOR THAT.  However, I find that I'm cleaning the toilets more often, so there's that.

I use NOW and doterra oils, whatever is the cheapest baking soda, rubbing alcohol, and vinegar.  DONE.

I also have an obscene amount of spray bottles laying about, so to keep them off the streets I  employ those.

I don't have any relevant pictures to include so here is one of a box of crackers.  ENJOY!




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