That is what I was thinking to myself yesterday during the final cleaning stages of a rather horrible and unmentionable potty training accident.
While waiting for Cody’s school bus to arrive Carter hid behind a tree and well – it wasn’t pretty. And we still had to stand there and wait. After our ten minute walk of shame home, in which I am quite certain every neighbor on our dead end street drove by and saw Carter’s stiff legged unmistakable walk, there was a child to hose off in the bathtub, laundry to sanitize, a bathtub to sanitize and a bathroom sink and floor to sanitize. I think I washed my hands at least twenty times. I felt like pouring a giant vat of bleach into the tub and climbing in – like a bubble bath only cleaner. And with fewer bubbles. I considered splashing a bit of gasoline around, lighting a match and just walking away but I don’t like camping that much so I continued to clean.
I try to be friendly to our earth. We know our three R’s around here. I use cleaning products that are “green”. But I love bleach. I can not help myself. Bleach is my go-to cleaner for things involving the big P (or S if you are in the mood and want to be graphic).
There are days where I swear that I would rather gnaw off my right arm than deal with another potty training accident – and I am right handed. If it wasn’t for bleach I don’t think I could make it though the potty training stage of my children’s lives.
There you have it – Captain Clorox – restoring cleanliness to the world – one bathroom at a time. Care to share with me your personal superhero?