Having a weekend rest day can only mean one thing…house cleaning. Since last weekend I figured that the bathrooms could wait, it was the natural starting point today.
Did I mention that I am the only female in a house full of testosterone? The male gender might be known for their ability to aim when hunting, or shooting the basketball are involved, but not when it comes to getting their urine into the toilet. I hate cleaning toilets for this very reason. Two weeks worth of 3-point attempts gone awry has its implications.
As I begin this, much needed task I can’t help but think of the porta-potties provided at the races. I have a half-marathon that I am running tomorrow and as much as I appreciate having a place to empty my bladder, I hate the porta-potties. First, you wait in excessively long lines to use them. When you finally get in one you cover your nose and attempt to relax enough to get the job done and exit just as quickly as possible. The mixture of chemicals and bodily fluids is disgusting. I appreciate my own bathrooms, even at their dirtiest, on race day.
As I clean my house, I listen to The Sisterhood of the Traveling Pants audio book on my iPod. I’m embarrassed to admit that of all of the books I could have downloaded, this is the one I chose. I love the narrator’s descriptive voice and I enjoy listening to the totally female view of their experiences ~ even if the characters are only teenagers. Listening to the story brings me back to the time when I was younger, but more so, it makes me glad that I had boys (bathrooms and all).