I hate cleaning bathrooms.
Well, wait...I guess I should clarify that.
I hate cleaning a bathroom used by a grown man and his teenage son.
Today it was cleaned. Yes, it happens often, but sometimes I feel not often enough...Like every couple hours maybe?
The sink went well. Scrubbed it good and it was all nice and shiney. Even the faucets. No water spots. Scrubbed the toothbrush holder and soap dish too. Even cleaned the drippings on the liquid soap bottle.
The tub - I hate shower doors. You have to stretch around them to get to the faucet to wet the scrubbie sponge when you are scrubbing the other end. Thankgod no one walked in while I was like that. My ass was up in the air - one leg stretched out and twisted in some odd shape up around my neck - but I did notice one thing...I have a completely flat stomach when positioned like that.
But the tub, and the shower doors, are clean. I even put up a new curtain liner. Why you ask when there are shower doors?
Because I live with two people who happen to be of the male species type and they will still soak the floor if there isn't a curtain and a liner. Trust me on this one.
Even the red white and blue shag carpet was swept, and a fresh bath mat put down.
But there it sat - calling to me. Growing larger and larger and its voice get deeper and deeper.
CLEAN ME!
Noooooo please don't make me go near it! It's got stuff on it under that seat! No please, I'll do anything but that! Anything! (and I do mean anything.)
There sat the toilet. In all its digusting glory.
I hate cleaning toilets.
Now it wasn't so bad when I had my own place with my own bathroom. I know how to pee IN the toilet. I don't get hair and, well, stuff..all over the rim. And, thankgod I turn on the light at night so I can see to put the seat down....Lord only knows what kind of disease I would get if I sat on that rim.
And I had to clean it.
I put on rubber gloves that go to my shoulders, my son's old fishing waders, my old yellow raincoat that Mom used to make me wear, a welders helmet, respirator and a blow torch.
I was ready.
After 6 hours and 35 minutes I am proud to say it was CLEAN!
Yes, it sparkled and shined and even smelled good.
For five minutes.
It's been used. The seat is up...and....damn.
I swear, I am gonna start throwing cheerio's in there. Will give them something to aim at....I hope.
5 comments:
Just print this poster and paste it where they can see.
" Our Aim Is To Keep The Toilet Clean,
Your Aim Would Help"
Men were designed to pee outside - it's best for everyone.
Oh I feel your pain. I've actually trained my husband to pee sitting down so it's not as messy. HOWEVER my 8 yr old son just lets loose without aiming and now I'm trying to potty train a 2 yr old who refuses to sit down. (He wants to be like big brother) Needless to say I have two bathroom in my house, one for the standers and the other for the rest of us.
Lmao at all the gear you metioned ...Wow you must really hate toilets ..lol It sounds about as bad as my 7 year old gets it ..lol For some reason she feels she must stand to wipe and rarely hits the trash can when throwing away toilet paper ..ewwwww!!
I do not mind cleaning our master bathroom but the lil ones ....yuck .I dread that one usually ...
The cheerio bit was awesome! For now, I don't have a man at the house (at least until November) but if it gets that bad, that's gonna be their chore!
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