get me out of here Scotty!

I think I have just been beamed into a truck stop.  Well, to be more specific, the restroom in a truck stop.  The nastiest restroom in all of the truck stops across America.  And something about this truck stop restroom is awfully familiar.  Wait a minute…I’m not in a truck stop bathroom…this bathroom is inside my house!

Day two of cleaning the guest bath.

Yes, it’s true…my children have all become truckers.  Next thing you know, they will be swearing like truckers!

I’m not going there.

When I tackled the upstairs bathroom yesterday, I knew I had my work cut out for me.  My bedroom and bathroom are on the main level of the house.  I don’t go upstairs unless I have to.  The kids are responsible for their own rooms, and bathrooms.  They are supposed to keep things “relatively” clean.  Apparently, the two offspring who shared this bathroom didn’t understand the meaning of the word “clean.” 

The tub didn’t look like it had been scrubbed in ages.  The sink was covered in a layer of dust and toothpaste.  And the mirror was smeared and spotted with I don’t even want to know what.  I really wish that was the worst of it. 

It wasn’t.

Today I decided to tackle the toilet.  In my defense, I was out of toilet cleaner yesterday, and the lid was down, and I WAS using the space to hold my array of cleaning supplies, rags, and assorted other tools.  I ran to the store to pick up toilet cleaner this afternoon, and thank all that is holy that I did!

I have seen a lot of horrible restrooms in my life.  I have even narrowly escaped the trappings of said nasty restrooms.  But nothing in forty plus years had prepared me for the mess in store for me.

Ok, maybe I am exaggerating a little.  But just a little.  I will spare you the details, but suffice it to say that I have never been more grossed out cleaning anything in my life.  I would have tossed up my hands and forced the culprits to do their own cleaning but unfortunately, neither of them lives in the house permanently at this time.  All I can say is…it’s a good thing I don’t have to clean truck stop restrooms for a living.  I would starve!

Thank goodness nowhere else in the house was that dirty.  Otherwise I would still be cleaning.   

Until the next time…I’ll be relaxing until my guests arrive!

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Posted on September 3, 2010 .