I Never Liked Grout Cleaning
I am not fond of cleaning. I never was, and I never will. Even as a kid, my mother tried all types of shams to make me clean the room, from innocent promises of sweets to vicious threats of being denied my allowance for the week. Well, my mother, the sweetest angel, rarely went to either extreme, so I only ended up cleaning my room for about twice a year.
These days, my wife is the one constantly annoyed at my apparent lack of cleaning genes. In these cases, I always ensure her that I do like a clean house; what I don't like is having to do the task myself. As half the breadwinner in the house, I believe I have things to do that are more important than trivial cleaning.
In the end, my wife and I reached a compromise that I'm comfortable with: I do not lift a finger in the cleaning of the house, but in return, I'm the one responsible for fixing all the broken stuff around the house. Everything from faulty pipes to home improvement projects are my domain. This is a perfect arrangement for me; I have a vow to never clean in the house.
But I have to break my own cleaning vow at one point. No matter how much I hate cleaning, I just don't think any man would let her lady clean the bathrooms. Whenever I see her try, I insist on doing it instead, no matter how much I don't like it myself. And so I take on my bi-monthly monumental challenge: Cleaning Toilets and Grouts.
This must be some kind of karma for only cleaning my room twice a year. As anyone who's tried it can tell you, cleaning the grout in between the tiles is an attempt in futility. The material absorbs everything dirty around it, and just wouldn't let go. Still, it's a task that must be done for the sake of cleanliness.
But I still hate cleaning.
These days, my wife is the one constantly annoyed at my apparent lack of cleaning genes. In these cases, I always ensure her that I do like a clean house; what I don't like is having to do the task myself. As half the breadwinner in the house, I believe I have things to do that are more important than trivial cleaning.
In the end, my wife and I reached a compromise that I'm comfortable with: I do not lift a finger in the cleaning of the house, but in return, I'm the one responsible for fixing all the broken stuff around the house. Everything from faulty pipes to home improvement projects are my domain. This is a perfect arrangement for me; I have a vow to never clean in the house.
But I have to break my own cleaning vow at one point. No matter how much I hate cleaning, I just don't think any man would let her lady clean the bathrooms. Whenever I see her try, I insist on doing it instead, no matter how much I don't like it myself. And so I take on my bi-monthly monumental challenge: Cleaning Toilets and Grouts.
This must be some kind of karma for only cleaning my room twice a year. As anyone who's tried it can tell you, cleaning the grout in between the tiles is an attempt in futility. The material absorbs everything dirty around it, and just wouldn't let go. Still, it's a task that must be done for the sake of cleanliness.
But I still hate cleaning.
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William Borris eventually turned to Grout Cleaning to avoid cleaning his bathroom. Visit Grout Cleaning and find grout cleaners in Atlanta!
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