Too bad I have to, you know, actually clean it, to get it that way.
I admit, sometimes it’s pretty gross. Fibro flare usually means cleaning drops right down my list of things to use spoons on. So, yes, sometimes my bathrooms are growing things.
There. I said it.
This is part of why I don’t like people just dropping by. I need at least a few hours notice to run a sponge around the place and disinfect.
I used to not be like that. I used to keep a very clean bathroom and kitchen, at least. Used to hate a dirty bathroom or kitchen.
So what happened?
Depression. Fibro. Three year old boys.
All things that have taken precedence over a clean house.
These days some things are a given. The dishes are all washed before bed. The table and kitchen counters are cleaned. The tub gets rinsed regularly.
Other than that?
Call before you come over.
Okay?