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The bathroom. That one room that defies all attempts to keep clean, organized and actually able to see the floor. I'm not sure why everyone seems to think the the bathroom floor makes the perfect laundry hamper, towel storage and toy box. I can have the floor free of all detritus and magically newspapers, magazines, dirty underwear, jeans, t-shirts, towels and toys will reappear by morning.
I go in and pick everything up of a morning and do a quick clean, which usually means Lysol wipes. Hey, it works and gives me peace of mind. I only do a deep clean . . . maybe once a week. If it looks visibly soiled and the wipes aren't enough. Which is usually fairly often. So out come the rags and Lysol bathroom cleaner. Don't say anything but I get a bit buzzed off the fumes cleaning the bathroom. Makes the chore go by quicker when you are spaced out and I still manage to get the bathroom clean.
At least my son is now potty trained. Although he likes to run out in the yard and pee everywhere. Sometimes I wonder what the neighbors must think seeing him run outside, pants around his ankles trying to pee on bees. Then I just shrug and go back to breastfeeding my five month old.
Next . . . privacy.