So. I finally cleaned the bathroom. It was a daunting task, but a girl sometimes wants the option of taking a bath and in that bathtub it would have been impossible, well, possible, but extremely gross. I hate cleaning.
As I marched into the bathroom with the bucket and about a million cleaning things I wondered just how such a small bathroom could get so incredibly gross. Knowing the answer was neglect I went in fully prepared to do the best I could and made a resolution under my breath that this would happen more than just every 6 months or so. Yes, it had been six months since the last time I did this very thing.
I sprayed the walls with tile and grout cleaner—the meanest I could find—soaked down the actual tub and sprinkled an insanely large amount of Comet onto it. My boyfriend had informed, once upon a time, that the reason the tub looked so clean when he did it (even less frequently than I) was because of the bleaching effect of Comet. I took his word for it as he used to clean houses for a job. After the Comet application I settled down to wait—10 minutes for the “deep-cleaning” thingies to do their magic. I wish there was a cleaning product that I could spray on and everything magically looked renewed and was squeaky clean upon rinsing—and I only do this every few months. Think about all of those people who actually clean their houses often.
Time to scrub.
First, I attacked the shower stall walls. These are flimsy pieces of plastic that tend to get soap film on them and get nasty black grime under the handles—right where there is a washcloth hanging. I, fortunately don’t use washcloths. Yes, that’s right folks, I don’t use washcloths…I use puffy things. Anyway, there is also an ungodly amount of pink stuff to go along with the black stuff. If I weren’t talking about crap in a dirty shower the colors might even be pretty together. After getting all of that crap under control I attacked the tile walls. This is the hardest part because I have to take a little scrub brush and go along each and every seam to try to get rid of the mildew. There is also some of that pink stuff where the water concentrates the most. Scrub-a-dub-dub, one chick in a tub.
We’re entering the homestretch here. The tub itself. For the most part this is easy to clean. There are no seams in which mold can grow and it is a broad expanse of porcelain or whatever. The worst part is the area where the faucets drip. That is where there are, yet again, some interesting cultures of pink stuff. In one fell swoop thought, it is all gone. Scrub around the drain, the faucet, the sink dish, on more time over the walls and it is done. The tub cleaning is done.
Onward to the toilet, but I won’t go into that except to say that that Orange Glo stuff smells pretty nice and I am so happy that Clorox came out with those little “disinfecting wipes” that are chock full o’ non-bleachand make cleaning a breeze. Hah, nobody mentioned the actual technicalities of toilet cleaning in the commercials.
The sink was a breeze. One or two wipes with a sponge. A little windex on the mirror and voila—it’s done.
You wouldn’t think that someone in their thirties would have such a hard time dealing with cleaning, but that’s the way it goes. Oh well, it’s not going to change and as I have precious little free time as it is I am certainly not going to spend much of it cleaning. Sorry Mom—I’m a slob—it’s not your fault.
