Bathroom Of Horror

A guy’s bathroom is supposed to be one of the worst rooms in the house, right? Wrong. Come into my (and I use that term loosely) bathroom and brace yourself. Enter in at your own risk. Upon entering our (her) bathroom, it’s best for you to close your eyes first unless you’ve gotten use to the wreckage sight. 5 straightening combs are in a single corner, streaming and sizzling at the closest person who touches them unless it’s the owner her herself. All tangled and bunched up together, it’s no wonder they’re always cranking. Next you have the-use-to-be white corner-top and sink. What color is it exactly? “What color isn’t it?” is a better question. You have your dirt and foundation spots, your eye-liner and pencil shaving spots, your soap scum and oil built up, your… Auurrg! I think I saw something move in the corner. Oh, it’s just some of my sister’s unwanted pet hairs. They have their own unique colors of the rainbow ranging from ruby red to jet black and they have their own friends, dust mites. They’re also combined with the cracker or cookie crumbs on the floor with the shabby rugs. The smell is sometimes like a public bathroom smell but that’s usually covered up with gallons of perfume and Lysol. Of course, this is what our bathroom is like when it’s dirty. When it’s clean, it’s like a total makeover has been done, but the only problem is who gets to clean it, me, her, or the both of us?
“Jacinda, it’s time to clean the bathroom.”
“Why don’t you do it since you made most of the mess?”
After a brief argument, we decided to do the bathroom together, so may the best person, or items, win. It’s a tough battle against the dirt and oil mixed together or the foundation that has grown attached to the sink, but it had to be done. In the end, the sink is a white pearl again along with the corner-top, the smell isn’t covering up anything anymore, and the pet hairs are all gone. O.K., so guys probably don’t even bother cleaning up, but we can’t live in that hazardous dump forever. Then again, it only lasts for about a week or 2 before the make-up, crumbs, and hairs comeback to visit us again. As the saying goes, nothing lasts forever, just like our (excuse me, Jasmine’s) bathroom can’t stay clean forever. And it definitely doesn’t stay clean for long with an 18 month old running around and dropping the crumbs everywhere. What’s the current state of my (her) bathroom now? What do you think?