my bathrooms/my job, a photo essay

November 22, 2008

my bathrooms/my job, a photo essay

Here sit the cleaning supplies...

Here are the pages from my calendar.

Monday was not too terribly bad. I had time to think between things. I also had some time to work on that whole eating thing.

The bathroom?
Also not too bad.

Tuesday was slightly more complicated.

Did I wash the floor in the downstairs bathroom when I got home?
What do you think?

I did! I thought about the tile, upstairs, at about 1:30. And then I dismissed it.

Thursday looks deceptively quiet, doesn't it?

It didn't matter. I had to watch Survivor AND BLOG ABOUT IT.

I don't have a picture of that.

I'd like to tell you that Friday was easier...

and that I did, in fact, think about grout. But the truth of it is: arranging the conference call sapped me of all physical and psychological strength.

To sum up: a busy week - a dirty bathroom.

Comments

sara said…

I typically tend to think that as long as it's just my own family seeing my dirty bathroom -- and contributing to its state -- I don't worry too much about it. If I know we're having guests, though, it's an entirely different story.

8:29 AM

tut-tut said…

Forget about grout; have a nice little lunch instead. Your bathroom will continue on, with or without you.

8:44 AM

Anonymous said…

I have been thinking about cleaning my bathrooms all week. Every single day, starting on Monday. In reality, I haven't cleaned any of them, although I'm really considering doing it today. Or not.

8:47 AM

Little Miss Sunshine State said…

I cleaned my bathrooms. And I thought about changing the shower curtain liner, every day this week.

Speaking of showers...I.Want.Your.Shower

You could have a party in there!

9:51 AM

RW said…

It is too bad that we couldn't use the mental energy we expend thinking about the chores to actually get them done. You know - think it into happening... sort of like on Bewitched.... that would be spectacular.

10:47 AM

That One said…

I covet the hexagon tiles in that top picture. COVET them, I say.

In a perfect world, I'd have a floor covered with those with a ginormous claw foot tub on top of them. With one of those copper tube rings suspended from the ceiling for the shower curtain.

11:00 AM

Anonymous said…

Guess what? I cleaned bathrooms this morning! Spotless, shiny, fresh, much better than any other time I've cleaned them ... (I feel a tad guilty for hubby left back while I go PAAAAARTY on the other side of the world)
Paola

11:47 AM

Lauri said…

At least you consider these things - grout, tile, floors, etc., that's the first step toward getting it done...although, what do I know? I been "considering" finishing a quilt for my daughter since the millenium - I'm really no help, am I?

1:17 PM

MsCellania said…

I think it's high time that those BOYS in your house learned how to do some cleaning.
And Laundry. Who could fuck up towels? Put in on their list.
And stop feeling guilty about not being there to do it. Remind them you did it for 23 years - they were lucky to have you home for so, so long. Now it's time to help with the living space.

1:30 PM

Sarah said…

1. MsCellania has a valid point.

2. I don't even have a job and I put off bathroom cleaning on a regular basis. Yet, somehow, we survive.

3. It takes money to make money. And sometimes it takes money to save your sanity. If the kids won't clean, hire a pro to help you out once a week. You absolutely deserve the peace of mind, sweetie!

1:54 PM

Anonymous said…

If it helps, I absolve you of having to think about grout.

4:54 PM

Kathy Rogers said…

Groan. Mosaic tile on the floor. I did that once. Never a-frickin'-gain. Impossible to keep clean.

Now, if only someone had warned me off of dark wood floors, my floor problems would be over...

7:47 PM

Anonymous said…

I did a ton of laundry today, and cleaned one bathroom. Then I walked into my eldest's room and discovered where all the towels were hiding. I must of taken nine of the things out of there. Then I started cleaning his room...he came a running to take over. Thirteen year old boys don't want their moms reading their angst ridden song lyrics. On the up side, I seriously found a hundred dollar bill in the bottom of the laundry basket. I found the rightful owner, who gave me a kiss and slipped it into my back pocket.

ErinH

2:27 AM

The Coffee Lady said…

oh my lord. Are you in the bathroom because Flylady told you to be? I was there too... but I'm certainly not taking any pictures

5:10 AM

Anonymous said…

It will wait for you. It always waits...

6:06 AM

Susie Sunshine said…

On a positive note, I don't see any SAND in that shower!

11:15 AM

Dani said…

When my grout gets scary and I don't have time to whip out the scrub brush I have a quick fix that buys me a few days (or a week):

Spray the walls with Fantastik with bleach (blue label). Let it sit for a few minutes. Rinse walls with hot water. Voila! They look much, much less skeevy and I feel much, much less like a slacker.

Youngest can totally wash towels and Middle can do whites if you sort them first.

1:53 PM

Anonymous said…

Ignore the dang grout. I spent 2 days on my knees with a toothbrush and within a couple weeks you couldn't tell.
Go easy on yourself and just run a load of towels.

8:14 PM

Anonymous said…

Tell us you aren't the only one in the bb house who cleans the bathrooms or does laundry. That's just not right. Now that you are working "outside the home" you cannot be the sole one in charge of that stuff.

1) learn to eat
2) learn to delegate

It's for your own good.

jbhat

11:52 PM