Our bathroom shower has gotten pretty disgusting. Okay, more than disgusting – last night, a particularly nasty piece of mold stood up while I was bathing the Bug and said “You missed a spot. And your hair looks like trash.” Man I hate mold.
But cleaning the bathroom shower falls under the category of Things You Should Be Doing If You Are To Be Considered Grown Up. I mean, it’s true – when considering adult-type people, I generally think they’ve got things like keeping the Health Department out of their house down pat.
In my head, the list includes such ghastly things as:
- paying bills and taxes
- having insurance
- getting the oil changed
- watching what you eat (this one currently has the majority of my contempt)
- owning a hose and/or lawnmower (using them however, is optional)
The list could go on.
And that is why I let my shower get to the point of creating new species. It’s so that in my small way, I can rebel against Being Grown Up and retain at least some semblance of a hold on my carefree days of yore.
You know, back before I squeegeed.
Okay, we are pretty solid on numbers 1 to 3, struggling with number 4, and are nowhere near number 5. I think that’s about right for being in my late 20′s. Anthony ought to be doing a lot better for being mid-30′s. As far as the main adulthood indicator, our shower has a population of 50. I’ve ignored it so thoroughly that Anthony was planning to clean it last weekend of his own volition (!)…of course that never actually happened.
ha – that’s actually what prompted my post: the Lorso offered to clean the shower tonight (but hel-LO – it’s the Grey’s premiere, there’s no way that’s happening)
also, people always say “you’re exempt from that list – you have a kid! automatic grown-up status!” except, no – that means not following the list makes you feel even worse. i mean, you have a kid who needs to see his parents owning a lawnmower! otherwise how will he ever know what to do?
Uhoh. We neither clean the shower nor own a lawnmower. Or a lawn.
This could be very damaging to Voldemort’s emotional development.
i’m pretty sure you’re exempt from the lawnmower and hose if you live in Alaska.
I swear by Kaboom!
Allen – it’s like they say, “you can take the girl out of Ace Hardware…”
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