I even tried her Crisis Cleaning podcast, to some success.
Then, IT happened. The Mister and I talked toilet brushes. He's usually the toilet guy. He thinks if the bowl part looks kinda clean, the toilet IS clean.
He forgets about the whole ratio of splashing around the floor, he ignores under the rim and lifting the seat to clean is not on his radar.
Our toilets have been woefully neglected by me.
But enough is enough. My lack of domestic enthusiasm has come to an end.
I attempted to clean the toilet MY WAY (which is the right way, BTW) the other day, and found our toilet brushes to be severely lacking.
The Mister went to the store yesterday and scoped out toilet brushes that would do the job...and came home empty handed.
Next, I'm sure we'll be discussing the fine art of sock mating.
Where will this insanity end?
I've just ordered The Fly Lady's Rubba Swisha brushes. I fear additional purple cleaning implements coming into my life.
Pray for me, ok?
I gotta go shine my sink now.