There must be something very gratifying about having a clean house. You can welcome guests with ease, confident that they’ll be comfortable in your lovely, uncluttered home. You can have an impromptu gathering for coffee or cocktails, serving refreshments in clean glassware that’s been neatly put away in the cupboard and is free of dust or dried on gunk. You can even sit back, put up your feet, and sigh a breath of gratitude for how lucky you are to live in such a nice, tidy space. I wouldn’t know.
With four kids, all of whom are BOYS, a husband who is just as messy as the kids, a dog, a cat, and a house in the woods, where every stinkin’ pine needle, leaf, and clump of dirt comes in on everyone’s shoes and paws, my house is rarely ever clean. And when it is, it’s because a monumental effort has been put forth to get it that way. Admittedly, I HATE to clean and I can find a million other things to do with my time other than even basic maintenance. As a result, it can get pretty gross.
Yesterday, I decided the upstairs bathroom really needed a good scrubbing. Resigned to spend a precious half hour or so on the room, I wiped down the cabinets and walls which had been covered in several clouds of baby powder dust over the past week. This is a new passion for the youngest two…a thorough dusting after every shower, which leaves a fine white coating on every surface. A good, deep cleaning followed and, with pathetic pride, I stood back and admired the loveliness of having at least one clean room in my house. Until they all came home.
By evening, nay by 4 p.m., I smelled a strong chemical odor coming from the upstairs bathroom. Turns out, my boys can’t simply sit on the toilet to do their business, they have to keep busy! One of them decided it would be fun to coat the counter top with Compound W wart remover while he was sitting there. I imagine he was thinking: Let’s add a little baby powder to that. Why don’t I trim my bangs while I’m at it and the scissors are right here in the vanity. Oh, Mom might not like all this. I’ll just grab one of those freshly washed towels to wipe it all off and then leave it on the floor. Phew! That was a close one.
At least I know who’s getting bathroom cleaning duty this weekend…not me!