Two of my boys -- the youngest two, ages 13 and 8 -- are in charge
of cleaning one of the bathrooms in my house. I have put them in
charge of that bathroom because they are the cretins who use it the
most, and it stands to reason that if it gets messy, they are the
most likely culprits.
The plan was to have them clean the mess
they make, in hopes that they would stop making the mess. Then they
wouldn't have to work so hard. I made the assumption that they
didn't realize how much work it would take to clean up their mess
and that's why they made it.
Bad assumption. Apparently, they still don't know how much work
it would take, even though they are in charge of the work.
For me, clean is, well... clean. No unidentifiable stains, spots
or smells means clean. No clothes or towels on the floor means
clean. No neon blue stuff smeared around the sink drain means clean.
No handprints (or footprints) on the mirror means clean.
My boys think clean is how little one can do to make it look like
they did something without actually doing something.
They may place the toothbrushes back into the toothbrush caddy,
but on the end of the tube there is still a wad of bubble
gum-flavored toothpaste that has dried to pink concrete because the
cap has been left off.
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They may have installed the toilet paper onto the spindle -- an
accomplishment of which they are particularly proud -- but there is
evidence of toilet tissue retrieval and failure on the floor beneath
it. You know, those times when you go for 12 inches and come away
with a piece the size of a quarter because there is some kind of
snafu in the dispenser system. Usually it happens because some
insensitive person squashed the roll somewhere between the grocery
store and the spindle. So toilet tissue confetti litters the floor
and is virtually invisible to my boys.
Now, let me just say that I am not a clean freak. I like the
bathroom to be clean, of course, but if my mother was to clean a
bathroom, she would be scrubbing down the baseboards and wiping down
the lighting fixtures. I haven't gotten to the point where I think
cleaning those peripheral things are more important than some other
things on my to-do list. The weird thing is that my grandmother
thought my mother wasn't a very good housekeeper.
Not that being the best housekeeper would be one of my great
aspirations in life, but perhaps someday my cleaning skills will
mature into the kind of clean my mother would expect. Perhaps my
kids' cleaning skills will someday mature into what I expect.
Until that time, I would just like to see a toothpaste-free
faucet once in a while.
[By LAURA SNYDER]
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