"Bathroom looks like shit! I'm not letting the baby sit on that toilet seat 'til it's cleaned! She's gonna catch something. Germs 'n shit."This is what I wake up to everyday. (Hey Mom! If you're reading this, can I pleeeeease move back in?)
Now she's yelling from upstairs. I don't know what she's saying. Something about cleaning.
Anyways, where was I? Ah, yes. Julia being crazy. She wants us to clean the bathroom (i.e. toilet/shower/sink/floor) on a daily basis. I'm sorry but I'm not scrubbing the toilet every day. It gets cleaned, don't get me wrong, but I refuse to scrub it every day. We've been keeping it tidy - picking up clothes, towels, etc - but I'll be damned if I'm going to use cleanser daily.
What, is my toilet supposed to shine like it's straight from God himself?
It's clean! There's no pee or anything on it. I checked.
And the mirror doesn't have spit or gunk on it. The sink is toothpaste-free.
Seriously! I went and checked after she hollered at us! It's CLEAN.
Oh wait, here's something. I left a piece of toilet paper on the floor. It's like this big:
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See that? Right there, between the brackets. The paper fit inside that little space.
I'm not scrubbin' the damn toilet. And what the hell is Emily going to catch from the toilet? This isn't a public restroom that dozens of people use. Only three people ever use it, according to my in-laws. Because apparently Julia is above using that toilet.
No MS Paint today, sorry. I can't draw a toilet.
Oh alright. Here's something:
