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Cleaning the bathroom
May 19, 2008 - Summer Wallace-Minger
So, I got to try out the Scrubbing Bubbles sponge this weekend. It worked exceedingly well. I was impressed.
I was kind of worried because it said one sponge is good for the average bath and shower. Sometimes my bathtub is the high seas, where the Queen's Navy does battle with scallywag pirates, and sometimes, it's a lagoon full of mermaids. Then again, it could be a primordial swamp full of dinosaurs or an Olympic swimming pool. I never know on any given night what my bathtub is going to be.
However, I was reading the box for the sponge, and it says something like "latic acid" and "handle with gloves" and "do not touch with bare skin." Good, I like my cleaning products to eat my hands off if I touch them. Eat acid, germs!
I'm cleaning the tub, and my eight-year-old walks in.
"What are you doing?"
"Cleaning the tub."
"Oh, good; it needed it."
Yeah, I felt like Mother of the Year. Even the eight-year-old noticed the tub needed scrubbed two weeks ago when I picked the stuff up. Life is what happens when you're busy doing other things; Amen, John.
I also tried the new Lysol with bleach toilet bowl cleaner. It was sort of meh.
I'm a sucker for commericals. I see the smiling mom/housewife/single woman and her gleaming toliet bowl, and I think "that could be me! All I've got to do is hose that sucker down with Lysol, and it will disinfect AND clean."
And the back of the bottle had a whole list of germs it kills. It was impressive. I don't even know the name of half of these things, but I sure don't want them lurking in my toilet.
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Sunday afternoon, I was doing the dishes and sucking down some white wine. The kids were in the backyard. Suddenly, I heard a shriek, one of those shrieks which could have either been fear or joy. So I hustled to the door and this is what I saw: My kids playing with their bubble machine. It was one of those days where the sun comes out after the rain and the quality of the late afternoon is indescribly beautiful. I put the dishes on hold. There will always be more dishes, but in five years, they will be 14 and 11, and much too cool to acknowledge the existence of the Bubble King and his minions, let alone mount a pitched battle against them. We won't come this way again.