|Subject: NaJoPoMo 2011 - 20th (Agapanthus achieves)|
Posted Nov 20, 2011 by Agapanthus
|When you both work full-time, both have hour-long commutes, and frankly, have some online internetting to get on with of an evening, housework tends to happen in Weekend Binges.|
It needn't happen in weekend binges. It would perfectly possible for one of us to wash up every evening while the other cleans the bath and folds laundry. Perfectly possible. Yes.
Anyway, given we don't live in Perfectly Possible and we both hate house-work, today we dedicated to Cleaning All The Things.
Did you know the rubber seal of your washing machine can harbour black mould? No, I wasn't pleased either (and today it chose to escape and smear itself over the freshly washed sheets). I scrubbed the rd thing with escalatingly caustic cleansing products until I managed to cut myself getting my finger jammed between the inner seal and the steel drum, and then Scrumph took over while I found a plaster and then sorted out the Leaning Tower of Correspondance on the kitchen table.
And then he vacuumed while I scrubbed the grouting between the shower tiles with a toothbrush. Scrumph finished vacuuming long before I'd finished scritching away, so came into the bathroom to see what on earth I was up to. 'Oh, sweetie, it'll take you until midnight if you do THAT,' he said, patiently, because toothbrushing tiles until midnight was NOT an option as we were taking the in-Laws out to dinner and we both wanted to shower first and all...
'I can't NOT do this,' I explained, waving the toothbrush, 'The grouting's got MOULD on and I can't leave it. If I do something I have to do it PROPERLY. That's why I hate housework so very, very much. Anyway, you knew I was OCD about this kind of thing before you married me.'
'I did hope you'd grow out of it.'
'I have mostly. It just boils up when I'm stressed. And I am stressed. I WONDER WHY.'*
So Scrumph found another old toothbrush (we keep them for this very reason, also, I am a packrat) and clambered into the bath with me.
And that, dear reader, is why I married him.
The bathroom is now spotless**. Ithangyew.
* - I am stressed because I am having surgery on Thursday, you know. Not about the In-Laws coming to dinner, or Christmas, or anything like that. Last time I got into obsessive grouting cleansing, I was writing a dissertation. IT'S A SIGN. That I totally fail to recognise until I'm half-way along the bath and covered in lime-scale remover spray.
** - As is the kitchen sink, the stove-top, and the living-room carpet. So.