Tuesday, November 13, 2007

The powers of bleach

This falls under the tribulations part....

I'm still loving getting my house cleaned. But... Well, there are bound to be a few things that Willetta does that catch me by surprise.

She asked, after the first visit, that we get a few more cleaning supplies. Ok, no problem. She apparently decided that it would be good to store said things in the mop bucket we have. (not really a good choice - we use that bucket a lot, and have to unload and reload it. We'll have to fix this.) So, I need the mop bucket for something and pull out the cleaning supplies and the toilet brush that are stuffed in there.

And notice that the toilet brush head was resting in a plastic mug.

It's Co's plastic insulated mug from college. "mm, that's odd. Didn't I see Co use that mug for hot chocolate a few weeks ago? Did he decide to throw it out?" As I am contemplating the toilet brush in mug, Co rounds the corner and takes in the scene.

His mouth drops open, then forms a sad pout. He takes the mug from me, sighs, and grabs the bleach bottle and heads to the kitchen to clean the mug.