I know cleaning a toilet is not fun. There is icky brown dried things under that porcelain hood. There are trails of what I like to think of as trails of gold. When I clean a toilet I take myself to another plane of existence. I take myself to the early 1900′s and pretend I am a dutiful housewife by day and a moonshine runner by night. Prohibition would not have been my thing. I would have been of the club Mom’s Who Need Shine.
But I digress and we must deal with our simple challenge. Clean the toilets, clean them with a smile. Do you remember wiping the bottom of your little ones ? It wasn’t so bad was it? This is pretty much the same only without the cute giggles, the smiles and the tiny baby feet. ( My oldest wears a size 14 shoe so tiny has really never been in our vocabulary.) When they get older they get taller this makes the ratio of the golden trails much larger.
I am not going to waste my time and tell you how to clean a toilet. You’ve got Google and skills. But I will tell you not to buy cheap rubber gloves when
you do this most uncomfortable but needed task. One tear with your fingernails and you got ick on your pinky. Oh Yuck!
So come on moms, put on your feather hats, and party gloves ( rubber ones please ) and lets get all nostalgic and clean a toilet or two.
peace to you all,