Saturday, October 4, 2008

Zen and the Art of Toilet Cleaning

I had a conversation with Kim last week (over e-mail, duh -- does anyone actually "talk" anymore?) about cleaning the light switches and those little "details" when cleaning around the house.

And how our husbands don't seem to understand the importance of doing so.

As much as I hate "picking up", I really love to cleanse. I'd rather clean toilets than dust (actually, I'd rather eat a platter of natto -- the only food I absolutely HATE -- than dust), or unload the dishwasher and definitely would rather not ever have to fold clean clothes ever again.

So last week before my brother came, I "tidied up" the bathroom (wiped my stupid brown hairs off the counter -- yeah, brown hair shows up more as it turns out) and emptied the trash.

And I saved the best part for last -- toilet cleaning.

See, my mom taught me how to do this in such a way that you are in and out quickly, with inexpensive cleaning products and the toilet is SPARKLING.

Tools Needed:

-toilet brush
-rubbing alcohol
-toilet paper

Most of that stuff is probably in your bathroom already, right?

First, pour bleach into toilet and clean the bowl with the toilet brush, including under the rim and what-not.

Flush toilet.

Get out alcohol and take off the lid, wad up some toilet paper, douse with alcohol and wipe off the toilet lid, handle, back of toilet, etc etc etc., throwing dirtied paper into the toilet bowl and getting new paper (you may need 3 - 4 wads, depending on how dirty your toilet is).

Flush toilet.

And you're done.

The alcohol dries pretty much instantly, you can be certain it's de-germed, and you don't have to worry about a germy disgusting sponge laying around that your husband -- bless his heart -- might use to wipe off the baby's face or something.

No, Internet, that has never happened.

But it could.

And for some reason it's so incredibly satisfying to clean. I don't know why. It's possible I'm a little obsessive compulsive. Or maybe I just like knowing I have a clean toilet to throw up into in case I'm ever hungover or pregnant.

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