Friday, August 17, 2012

beyond bed and bath

It's been a busy week.  What with getting Chaco off to college and Wolfgang and Meego back to school, not to mention dusting off the stop sign and restarting the hellish commute to crossing guard duties.  Add to that the gaggle of tutor students and I was looking forward to today - house to myself, no students on the schedule.

I would get caught up!  Caught up on cleaning the neglected house!


It was just SO quiet.  And I needed a few smart pieces of clothing for work, as many had become dumb.  And my hair.  My hair needed a general cleanup.   So, a funny thing happened on the way to cleaning the bathrooms.

I ended up at the mall instead.

I managed to procure one smart blouse before I got sick of shopping.  It didn't take long, once I remembered I don't particularly like to shop.  I did make it to the seen-one-seen-them-all franchise mall hair salon.

A stylist was sitting in a chair reading 50 Shades Freed (book 3 of the trilogy).  I assume she's read the previous two.  Anyway, she jumped right up from the S&M fest to segue into cutting my hair.

She struck me (no pun intended) as very adept.  At cutting hair that is.  In fact, I don't think I challenged her enough when I just asked for a general cleanup.  While I was there...

  • A young boy, apparently newly kindergartened, loudly tantrumed while repeating, "I'm NOT going back to school!"  Many times. Many many times.  Loudly.
  • A teenaged girl came in to get a "shaggy look" while several female family members hovered around to watch the birthing of her new hair.  Really, it reminded me of a delivery room blessed event.
  • A man and woman spoke animatedly to each other, I think in English.  I'm still curious as to what they said.

It was a somewhat successful mid-day off.  The bathrooms are still filthy.  What's that saying?

The road to the mall is paved with good intentions?

Luckily, I live with people who don't discern well the difference between a clean bathroom and a gross one.

Or maybe that's part of the problem.


  1. A funny thing happened on my way to the bathroom....
    That is too funny Abby. :)
    I don't even know what to say, except that I am STILL laughing, and I can totally relate.

  2. In my experience, the bathrooms return to "gross" status in less time than they manage to stay clean. I say the mall was a good call. The bathrooms aren't going anywhere. And apparently neither is the grossness.

  3. Stud and I have (thank gawd) separate bathrooms, and no kids in either one. BUT, the kitchen floor.....I hate tile. And I soon will be on my hands and knees with a toothbrush, scrubbing the grout in the kitchen. What man thought of this filth and bacteria floor covering?

  4. Living with all those guy beings, the bathroom is not going to look like you think it should look, or smell like you want either.

  5. Your observations of people out in public are entertaining. I work with the public (Ugh!) but it has provided enough writing material for a book. I hate to shop, too. I want a personal shopper except I don't have the money to send her shopping. My house is never "clean-clean" anymore because I need to paint and write more than I need to clean. At least when I had young children at home my house was clean. Define "clean" anyway. The next time my house will be super cleaned is when I hire someone to do it while I'm on hte front porch sketching. Anyhoo, I enjoyed your blog. Found you on Illustration Friday.

  6. I've had weekends wind up like that. Start out cleaning the garage and, Oooh! Look! Shiny metal tools! I bet I can drill a bunch of holes in stuff with that. Easy to get distracted on those less desirable chores. And if anyone complains (not that they would), they can clean it.