my mother is an immaculate cleaner.
i don't remember ever "cleaning" as a child, other than picking up my toys and clothes.
i think she even made my bed most mornings.
my step mother used to tell us stories of being in college and scrubbing the floors with a toothbrush.
bless her for having ari, our house keeper.
in college i lived in the dorms freshmen year where a cleaner did our bathrooms & showers.
my roommate and i traded off vacuuming duties and always tried to keep things tidy and smelling lovely.
throughout the rest of college i lived in apts and learned to clean my toilet and sink.
this sounds awful.
it sounds spoiled.
there, i said it for you.
i don't think i cleaned the tub until i was married.
even then, the scout master did the bathroom most weeks.
i remember moving out of our first married apt in rexburg, telling the manager that the tub just changed colors over time.
i really believed that it did.
the scout master cleaned growing up.
the other day he told me he used to have to clean his parents bathroom.
he told me our children would clean our bathroom.
"oh no, that's gross honey. i'll do it. they can do their own. or we can get a house keeper."
why this story?
can you nest at 15 weeks pregnant???
i think i did.
i looked at my tub the other day and thought,
"that can't be right. i've seen too many scrubbing bubbles commercials where some smiling housewife sprays the said spray and wipes it away."
look for yourself.
i warn you, you may think less of me after this...sigh.
now i want you to know that i clean that tub once a week.
okay, every other week.
at LEAST once a month.
we are not filthy people, but that tub is filthy.
my child bathes in there!
so i got out my KABOOM.
i know, not environmentally safe, but my environmentally safe products made this problem!
they just weren't getting it clean.
they are great for touch ups, but not getting the dirt and grime.
is this a mr. clean commercial?
after an hour and a half of scrubbing and learning what "elbow grease" actually means....
and trust me, there was
NO "spray and wipe it away" going on!
i walked around my house the rest of the day with my chin held high.
i was so embarrassed that my tub had been so disgusting, but amazingly proud at what i had accomplished.
i'm sure there are many of you that think this is quite trivial.
and possibly pathetic.
but i couldn't help myself from running into my bathroom throughout the day to pull open the curtain for a peek at what my hard work had accomplished.
a shiny, sparkling, WHITE, tub.
i'm still smiling.
now, do i really have to do that every week???