With yesterday came the return of routine.
Since Thanksgiving, we had been pretty routine-free around here. Some of that was because of crazy heart/soul/mind/energy-consuming things like traveling and directing plays and writing e-books and such.
And then there were those little things called “Christmas” and “New Year.”
I mean, who cleans bathrooms on Christmas Eve??
Especially when the family members who were supposed to come over had to cancel because of sickness . . . .
So while the past several/who-knows-how-many Tuesdays have passed by without the words “Bathroom Day” ever entering my brain, last night it hit me.
Not the guilt, so much . . . as the smell.
Yes. As I answered a few emails after my kids went to bed . . . I caught a whiff.
A whiff wafting from the open door of my kids’ bathroom.
My boys‘ bathroom.
My boys’ bathroom that I’ve been pretending didn’t exist for, ahem, a while.
There was actually a moment over Christmas break when I needed to, well . . . go. My master bathroom was occupied as was the half bath in the gameroom. I panicked. It’s a rare thing, even with our family of five, to not have an available bathroom in this three-potty house.
Wait. Oh. That’s right. We do have three potties. And one was even available at that moment.
It’s just that I never, and I do mean never ever, use that bathroom.
And my self-diagnosed Time Passage Awareness Disorder (which worsens during periods of tunnel-vision) had flared up excessively of late.
Which meant that never-to-be-used-by-me bathroom was worse than usual.
Which meant I was more than willing to cross my legs and let my eyes water a little until one of the other two potties was free.
So this morning, even though I could think of a thousand-ba-jillion totally logical and legit reasons to pretend it wasn’t Bathroom Day, I got over it.
And cleaned them.
And lo and behold, they look and smell ever-so-much better. And it took me less than 40 minutes to clean all of them. Not “Who wants a tour of my entire house?” clean, but “Aaaahhhh, doesn’t it feel good to be home?” clean.
And that is why I have a Bathroom Day. To keep “Cleaning Bathrooms” from being a task that gets repeatedly pushed to the bottom of a never-ending To Do List. To combat my Time Passage Awareness Disorder and make me face the reality that it’s been more-than-two Tuesdays since I cleaned bathrooms and that another week of purposeful oblivion might require the use of special hazmat equipment in that particular bathroom.
Oh. And I even decluttered. See that humongous branch sticking out of the red vase? The branch-vase-combo has been there a long time and was officially getting on my nerves.
So I decluttered it.
Just like that. Stuck it in the Donate Box and smiled a little smile of victory.
Speaking of decluttering . . . .
Have you purchased a copy of my new e-book? Yes, I’m planning to promote it every single day in every single post for this entire month while it’s on sale for its introductory price of $4. There’s even a special combo price to get it and 28 Days to Hope for Your Home together. And 28 Days has habits in it that keep things like the subject of this post from happening . . .