No Man's Land

Friday is my day to clean the bathroom. It's my least favorite chore. I'd do anything to avoid it. Unfortunately, being the oldest means I have to set the example and do it anyway. Man, do I hate responsibility!

Since this past Friday was a crazy day, I got to the bathroom today. We're putting a new roof on the barn, and my dad, uncles and cousin have been quite hungry and thirsty, which has kept me and my mom quite busy. 

Every Friday (or occasionally, a Saturday), I am faced with a decision. I can either complete my chore the right way, by taking my time and cleaning the nooks and crannies that can easily be forgotten, or I can cheat. I'll be honest, I've done a lazy job many times before. A quick spot-clean may be the Band-Aid to satisfy the landlords (aka my parents), but deep down inside, I know it wasn't done properly. And again, I'll be honest and say that I hate cleaning the bathroom enough that it really doesn't bother me. 

Today I was faced with that decision. Do it right or cheat. The decision came to me while I was on my knees, spraying down my worst nightmare: the toilet. 

More specifically, an area I like to call "No Man's Land." 

No Man's Land is the tiny space between the toilet and the wall, where dust and hair seem to congregate, where eyes overlook and vacuum's don't reach. As if toilets were not disgusting enough as is, there's nothing worse than putting your face inches from a dirty one.  

So here I sat, taking 30 seconds to evaluate and make a decision. Do I do my job properly and thoroughly clean my designated room, including No Man's Land? Or do I avert my little eyes and get the heck out!?

After having a silent battle with my conscience, I decided to exercise the mature and responsible side of myself. Oh the agony of growing up!

So, I ventured into No Man's Land. It was a quick trip. I did what I had to do, though I sent OCD tendencies on vacation. This was one of those moments that called for quick action and not perfectionism. 

It's not easy doing the right thing, even as insignificant as cleaning a bathroom. 

I am pretty sure my efforts are worthy of a Nobel Peace Prize or something, since they seem to be throwing them around like candy these days. 

But that's a whole other topic. 

And for the record, I realize how lame my life has become, that I resort to blogging about bathrooms. I can find humor in my situation, so I fully consent to your laughter directed my way. Please, laugh it up. 

Also for the record, the bathroom glistened after I was through with it. 

Palabra.