a hairy issue
You know what? I hate cleaning.
You do too? Awesome. We should never be roommates.
Cleaning just seems like this incredibly daunting task. I feel like my house is mocking me.
All. The. Time.
So imagine my (and Keith’s) surprise yesterday when I cleaned. Not only did I scrub, mop, and polish but I did it to the one room that mocks me the loudest. Any guesses?
The Bathroom. OUR MASTER bathroom to be exact.
I hear your groans. I know. The worst room ever! Why is it that a bathroom, the one room, that has more soap per square inch of any other room is always the dirtiest? I swear grime just collects around facets, soap scum sticks to the shower and water droplets seek our the mirror. I swear it.
But the real problem is the hair. Oh my hair. I am not sure how I am not bald. The amount of dark brown hair that falls from my head every single day would be enough to make small rugs. You think I am exaggerating? Me? Never.
I know. I know. Every so often I can inflate the truth.
Not this time. Ask Keith. It is a problem. A big hairy problem. A problem that Keith feels is not his since he is not responsible. A problem that I am supposed to clean up. And let’s be honest…that doesn’t happen very often.
I am such a good wife.
Now excuse me while I go shower in the guest bathroom. What? I am not messing up my hard work. Just be sure to call ahead before you come stay with me.
Please tell me I am not the only one with this problem!