And the Medal Goes To…
Wednesday, November 21st, 2007
There are just some things that women do that deserve extra recognition.
Like, for instance, cleaning a bathroom.
I hate cleaning the bathroom. It’s not that I’m a germophobe…I just hate the cleaners, I hate the constant need to use things that are both wet & dry and that there is a ton of bending and stretching involved. Not to mention dust. You guys have heard–ad nauseum–about my freakishly dusty house. But of all the household chores that need to be done around here…cleaning the bathroom is probably my least favorite (next to putting away clean laundry…I’ll wash, I’ll fold…but I hate putting it all away!)
But I digress.
Yesterday, I cleaned our master bathroom. Really, really cleaned it. Started by dousing the entire shower stall in bleach. Full strength. We have high deposits of rust and calcium in our lovely Florida water, so it takes desperate measures to get the cleaning process underway. Once this is rinsed thoroughly, I move on to the more traditional cleansers. And I have to use several. One works miracles on the glass doors and on soap scum. One other does the job on the calcium. A third disinfects the toilet bowl. Another kills the germs on doorknobs and handles.
By the time I’m done, I want jewelry. Preferably the kind that hangs on a tri-colored ribbon.
So my question for today…as I know many of us are gearing up for the holiday by cleaning (even those of us who are not having anyone over…what’s up with that? I suppose I should have gone to my cousin’s house and cleaned her bathroom since she’s the one cooking–single-handedly, I might add–for about forty people!)…what household chore do you do that you think deserves trumpet fanfares, confetti, certificates of merit and a cash bonus?
Of course, I’d settle for someone who lives in this house simply NOTICING.
