I effin' hate cleaning the bathtub. On the list of housework (most of which I hate) I rate this one WAAAY at the top of my list of "things I avoid doing until I cannot stand the sight of the filth anymore" and even then I usually try to pawn it off on the Guy (not that he does as good a job as I do ;-).
Lila takes a bath every night because I refuse to have a smelly kid (and believe me, many of them DO smell). Most days she spends at my mother's house where she either stays inside and paints all day or she plays in a neat, grassy, well-tended yard. There are no piles of dirt there (that I know of), nor are there any mud puddles or dust boxes or other containers filled with dirt for her to roll around in. And when she's home, well, I usually know what she is getting into.
So WHY do I find that after just 3 days I am needing to get out the bleach-infused bathroom cleaning product and get on my hands and knees with the special rubber gloves to scrub the hell out of the bathtub again? Seriously. Did I mention that I have no neurosis that makes me NEED a spotless bathtub - it's just f**king FILTHY again!
It's not like I always let my kid walk around like this:
|This is just for special occasions|
I think I am going to take a second job so that I can afford a maid.