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 . . . .