I HATE cleaning too. In fact, I just finished washing my floors (no, not with a mop - the old fashioned way on my hands and knees like friggin Cinderella!) for the last 2 hours.
I have a theory about cleaning floors. It comes out of years of experience. Clean floors are "dirt-magnets". Floors cannot stand being clean. The clean floor creates a vacuum effect that sucks liquid out of cups and food off of plates and crumbs out of toasters. Clean floors are especially attracted to things like ice cream, sugary liquids, raw eggs, beet juice and pancake syrup (although they prefer pure maple syrup, Aunt Jemima will do in a pinch). They are particularly fond of the "business side" of the open-faced peanut butter and jam sandwich.
Bathrooms are equally insidious. Like you, teenyuck, I have three toilets to clean. I won't go into the gory details, because (a) some of you are probably eating and I don't want to gross you out and (b) those of you who have ever cleaned toilets know exactly what I'm talking about. My husband and I had a MAJOR "disagreement" about toilets just last night. I would appreciate having just ONE toilet that is mine and mine alone. The other two in the house can be for everyone else. If I'm the one who's cleaning them (only because the grossness of the job seems to be beneath everyone else in the house - particularly those who provide the largest volume of grossness [not only that, but because I am "the nurse", people just seem to @$$ume that I derive some morbid satisfaction out of cleaning up things like vomit and other products of human metabolism - I don't; the people in this house, however, are unwilling to pay me what I would earn at work for doing those things]), then I think I should be entitled to one of my very own. Not because I'm being selfish. No, not at all. I am scientist at heart. All scientists love doing experiments. I want a designated toilet so I can do a comparison study, with my own designated toilet as the "control" in my experiment. Why is it so hard for people to understand that?? Why can I not have just one clean potty on which to sit my fanny, without having to spray it with Lysol first? Don't they realize how hard it is to spray a toilet with Lysol and wipe it down when you are in the midst of doing the I-gotta-go dance??
*sigh* I think I've said too much.
teenyuck, I have no words of wisdom for you, only condolences and sincere empathy.
Love, Scully
