"In words, like weeds, I'll wrap me o'er,
Like coarsest clothes against the cold"

—Tennyson

Tuesday, March 15, 2011

This morning I scrubbed the shower, which has to be one of the most vile, horrible housekeeping jobs out there. Charlotte joined me, though, which made things a little easier. She kept trying to hand me the shampoo bottles, and then closed the door on me so I was in there alone scrubbing away. When I took too long to finish, she sat down on the bathroom scale and played with her purse, filling it with my nail polishes, random puzzle pieces, and matchbox cars.

2 comments:

Jess said...

I remember being at your house when you bought a grout cleaning wonder tool--does it help? I haven't cleaned my shower in too long...probably should face down that vile job, too :)

Rebecca said...

It's actually just the same as scrubbing with a regular ol scrub brush. I've also tried numerous "miracle" cleaners that promise the world, and nothing works any better. It's just a terrible job. We want to rip out the tile and replace it with something much smoother and easier to clean.