Before I gross anyone out I need to put a disclaimer here. I do not have a bathroom cupboard or cabinet in the tiny space where a tub, a sink and a commode co-habit. There is barely room to swing a hamster and places to set things down on is at a premium.
The tub has a small surround for the shampoo, conditioner, razor, you get the drift.
The sink has a tiny surround on which is placed the soap dish and soap. Hubs needs the rest of the porcelain space on the other side of the taps to insert and eject his contact lenses without them ending up, as a few have, on the floor thus disappearing without a trace. Where do they go?
The space at the back of the commode is reserved for my moisturizing cream, the floss and our toothbrushes and toothpaste.
Time to gross out.
Yes, I did read about all the waste matter that floats around in bathrooms after flushing and how our toothbrushes should be locked away in a cupboard, preferably another room, where there are no waste carrying pipes to emit and deposit microscopic (invisible to the naked eye) bacterial matter onto the bristles of a brush we are planning on putting into our mouths.
Shall I make you feel better? I have my brush upside down in a dilution of Listerine.
Now we’ve dealt with that, at tooth-brushing time I reach for the toothpaste, remove the lid and look down, invariably I’ve forgotten to close the toilet seat and I always think,
“What if I drop the lid into the toilet?” It’s a rhetorical question.
But because of my age and my brain shrinkage I forget every time to close the toilet seat and so the little video plays over and over again in my mind,
“What if…What if….What if…?”
Today I noticed something different. The lid to the toothpaste was one of those that hinges so it can’t fall off and into the bowl. How clever of hubby to buy one like this for me. Now I don’t even give shutting the toilet seat a second thought.
Well, I should, I could always drop my brush…
Well hello there! My name is Vivienne McNeny.
I am an empty nester exploring life as a Boomer…you could say I'm happily Boomering along!
As a homeschooling Mum I have finally quit the job of role model and mentor to my four children. I do what I want to do, eat when I feel like it, enjoy life with my blue eyed cowboy and clean my house once a month or so whether it needs it or not!
In true English form I write about the emergence of my true identity now that I can no longer hide behind my children as their Mum.
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