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45 minutes later...
So, 45 minutes of intensive bathroom cleaning has yeilded me:
- a clean shower (don't ask about the state of the shower floor when I was done with the walls)
- a clean sink
- a clean toilet
- clean glass and mirrored surfaces
- various and sundry dusted surfaces
- a deep and abiding hatred for sponges that hold on to hair and dust, even after rinsing (I swear some of those surfaces had more dirt after I cleaned them than before, which meant I had to do them again)
- great annoyance at my fallen-out hair, which both gets everywhere and has the obnoxious tendency to wrap itself around my fingers, my sponges, etc. when I'm not paying attention
But at least my bathroom is cleaner than it was. That's the important thing. Or so I'm telling myself.
- a clean shower (don't ask about the state of the shower floor when I was done with the walls)
- a clean sink
- a clean toilet
- clean glass and mirrored surfaces
- various and sundry dusted surfaces
- a deep and abiding hatred for sponges that hold on to hair and dust, even after rinsing (I swear some of those surfaces had more dirt after I cleaned them than before, which meant I had to do them again)
- great annoyance at my fallen-out hair, which both gets everywhere and has the obnoxious tendency to wrap itself around my fingers, my sponges, etc. when I'm not paying attention
But at least my bathroom is cleaner than it was. That's the important thing. Or so I'm telling myself.