Hot date
I’ve got a hot date tonight … with the bathroom.
No, I’m not full of shit (although that point can probably be argued!), but I am cleaning it top to bottom. Rugs are already in the washer, and I’ve nuked the room with scrubbing bubbles. Now to get a gas mask (I wish!) and rubber gloves (more manageable) and I’m all set!
When I was scrubbing my car the other day, I realized how therapeutic it is for me to clean. (With the exception of my room, but at least that has a door I can close to hide that mess.) Something about not wanting to hover above one’s own toilet is a comforting concept. 🙂
At any rate, once I deplete and replenish the hot water supply, I am parking my ass in the tub for a hot bath. That alone makes this two-hour process worth it!
Another pathetic evening without a *real* date. 😉