Sunday, April 17, 2011
Where is Mr. Clean When I need Him?
Normally when I clean the bathtub and ceramic-tiled walls, I alternate my cleaning efforts in an attempt to distract myself from the disgusting job at hand. These distractions might, and often do include: scrubbing lightly; scrubbing roughly; panting from the exertion of scrubbing; opening the bathroom window and gasping for clean air because silly me sprayed an entire can of Dow Bath, Tub & Tile Cleaner in the toilet and tub while praying that those little scrubbing bubbles would clean the surfaces so I wouldn't have to and now the noxious fumes are sending me into respiratory arrest; scrubbing more; panting more; wiping the sweat from my brow; yelling at the cat for having the gall to do a #2 in his litter box and stinking up the bathroom while I was busting my butt trying to clean it; stopping to grab a hair tie and baretts from a nearby drawer because if that stupid lock of hair falls into my face one more time, I'm going to cut it off; mumbling under my breath, "If Tom and I lived in a motorhome with a 3 x 3 bathroom I could have the entire bathroom cleaned in 10 minutes flat!"; and let's not forget the old "hindsight is 20/20" adage where upon finishing the scrubbing and washing down of the tub/shower, I conclude that I probably should have worn a bathing suit to do this job because now my sweat pants are so soaked with water that they've fallen down over my rear end and I'm afraid I'll trip over the side of the tub while exiting. Have I forgotten anything? :-)
Have a great week, everyone!