I’m not entirely the domesticated type, but curiously, cleaning the house is one activity that I like. Especially the bathroom. It’s like, I find peace while scrubbing the bathroom tiles. Yeah, I’m weird like that. When almost all the world’s population would rather do some other house chore, I’d prefer cleaning the loo. Well, just our loo, mind you. I cannot imagine cleaning other people’s toilet. And I’m sure I can’t be persuaded to do it during this lifetime.
Some couples nag at each other as to who should clean their bathroom next, but me and Paulie obviously have no problem like that. I volunteer, every three days, to do the general cleaning myself. I have discovered that scrubbing on my knees is the best time to think about design or writing ideas. Not joking. The best ideas come to me while doing said chore.
If I can only do it every day, I would, but that would be damaging the tiles from too much scrubbing (I don’t know, is that even that’s possible?). Anyway, the point is, I’d much rather clean the bathroom than say, wash the dishes or our clothes. But no, I still won’t clean other people’s bathrooms.