I don't get paid enough for this

Housewife Rant

Today I decided to tackle the bathroom. Really get on my hands and knees and scrub, scrub, scrub. I got all my cleaners together, bought some new towels and a bathmat to celebrate the new birth of my ultra clean and oh so child friendly new bathroom. I found a bunch of recipes online for safe, eco/child friendly home made cleaners. (Most of which use lemon or vinegar). Knowing I was going to take on this project today I picked up those things and the new bathroom stuff yesterday so I would be prepared. I have now been scrubbing my bathtub for a little over 3 hours. I used all the homemade cleaners in different sections of the tub to compare results. Best cleaner; Vinegar and baking soda (Pro; it makes a neat fizzing noise like those volcanos we all made in grade school. Con; my bathroom smells like fish and chips.)

I remove the shelf from the bathroom I scrub the floor, the walls, and just as I am about to take on the toilet Aidan runs over to tell me he loves me. Now as beautiful as this sentiment is I know this also means my son is up to something. I can smell poop. I ask oh so nicely "Aidan did you poop in your pants instead of on your potty". He replies "No mommy I pooped in the potty I am playing with it like playdoh".

Thats right. I go into the childs room where I 'THINK' he is playing with his trains to find a poop smeared shelf, potty, and floor.

Awesome.


I really need to talk to my boss about my working conditions.