chores

Teaching two prepubescent siblings about how to clean a bathroom is like trying to stuff a wet noodle through a straw. It makes you want to knock your own self out with a hot iron.

First came the cleaning of the toilet. There was much of the following:

"EwWW!"

"I can't get this thing open!"

"Why?!"

and

"What do I do with this?"

Next came the cleaning of the shower. I educated them about mold and grout and how to not mix ammonia with bleach. Connor thought it would be cool to do it anyway. I turned on the fan. The shower is now mostly mold free, and we're all three breathing normally.

After everything was clean and I was happy with the results, Connor ran into Phoebe's bathroom and hocked a huge ass loogey into Phoebe's freshly cleaned sink. *sigh*