Now I understand

Don't you hate it when you have a guest in your house who suddenly asks if they can use your not-so-fresh bathroom? Why is it that it never happens the day that you have just cleaned? It is always multiple days out. Oh I hate it.

After that question comes all of a sudden I panic.

Crap. (No pun intended.) When was the last time I looked in that bathroom?
Oh please let there be nothing in the toilet. Or on the walls. Or in the sink.
Is there even toilet paper in there?

I really want to just ask them if they can hold it a bit longer, but I do have some manners. Instead I tell them where to find the bathroom with a warning that I can't guarantee cleanliness. Because I usually can't.

I can go in there and scrub the whole place down, turn my back around and within minutes it's an embarrassment again.

Way back when I lived with my parents, I remember my mom cleaning the guest bathroom a day before a party or get together of some sort. She would then put a sign on the door that would say something like this:

Enter. And Die.

I always laughed and thought that was a little extreme. Now I understand.



I did the same thing on Saturday before Bennett's baptism. I have learned that it only takes one boy going in one time and throwing his own little "pee party" to turn a clean guest-ready bathroom into a disgusting mess.