I really hate cleaning. But I like a clean house. It’s one of those frustrating conundrums of life. Generally I get fed up with the state of our house before Steve does. But when I get to my breaking point, he’s always willing to kick in and tackle it together. We usually divide and conquer. Well today was no different. Steve was going to do the vacuuming while I dealt with the bathrooms.
The upstairs bathroom, our main bathroom, has been driving me crazy since I moved in with Steve. Over time it slowly and connivingly builds up mold in the grout between the tiles and along the caulking and it looks gross. But it’s impossible to remove. When I moved in with Steve, I went at it with all the elbow grease and scrubbing I could muster and barely made a dent. Today, I went into the bathroom with the same intent, and to clean the rest of the bathroom as per usual. Three hours and $3 later, I emerged from the sparkling bathroom having re-caulked the bathtub and scraped away every spec of mold between the tiles.
Once I’d realized I just couldn’t take it any longer and needed to take action, I informed Steve of my plans and he reminded me that we’d lent out our caulking gun. D’oh! But since I was willing and ready to take on a project he’d been avoiding for who knows how long, he was out the door to Home Depot in a flash to get a new caulking gun.
If only re-tiling were that simple! The tiles in our bathroom are the same hideous brown flower pattern tiles in our kitchen – think about that for a second; whoever made that choice sure didn’t! My eyes have shot daggers at them since I first saw them. Maybe I can convince Steve that since I did all that hard work re-caulking and scraping, he should step up and re-tile 😀