I think I must be going insane, because I just cleaned my bathroom.

I suppose something of the disbelief and disgust my mother showed toward the state of my bathroom when she came to visit, and wound up cleaning, apparently got through to me. I suppose she had a point when she said that if I did it more often, it wouldn’t be as bad. I had let it get so bad before that I didn’t want to touch it without some sort of hazmat suit!

Anyway, the stuff wasn’t even really in a bad state—it was just starting to show signs that maybe it should be cleaned. So I donned some gloves and set off to work.

The stuff is cleaner now, although, I think it was cleaner when my mom did it. So, dear mom, if you would like to come clean for me again, you are welcome any time! I still didn’t like doing it and wouldn’t be at all upset is someone else did it for me. :)

Posted at 3:22 PM |