confessions

there is only one thing i hate as much or more than teaching, and that is cleaning my bathroom. pretty much, i only ever clean my bathroom when someone is coming to visit and will be staying in the guest bedroom, thereby sharing my bathroom. don’t get too grossed out, we have visitor’s enough, that my cleaning is on a sort of reqular cycle. however, it may be a little longer than most. i would rather do any household chore than clean my bathroom. vacuuming? fine. dishes? fine. you name it pretty much, and it’s all good. except the bathroom.

see the bathroom, once it’s clean, is immediately dirty again. especially if you are a girl with long hair. i can spend hours scrubbing tub and toilet and sink. and by the time i walk back in to lay the rugs down, all i can see is hair. it just seems so fruitless, this cleaning of the bathroom thing. when asked what i would to with ten million dollars, my first response would be to hire someone to tell me what to do with it, and my second, to hire someone to clean the bathroom. i’ll do the rest, just not the bathroom.

so why the bathroom tirade you ask? because again, we are having company. which means sometime in the next two days i have to clean my bathroom which, and by the time the guest arrives, will be inexplicably dirty again anyway. oh yeah, and i also have to put together my lesson for sunday in the next couple of days.

ah, the two things i hate most in life, simulaneously destroying my otherwise peaceful state of mind. oh joy.