When I bleach the bathroom, I mean business. I use straight bleach. Everything has to be removed from the bathroom first, all towels, magazines, anything that the bleach could ruin... I pour bleach on stuff and then scrub it. I was acutally kneeling in a bathtub with an inch of bleach in the bottom at one point. The bathroom is clean and sanitary now. It still smells like a natatorium though.
Then I sat down and ate dinner at the kitchen table. Cause I cleaned the kitchen while I was waiting for the dishes to dry... so I had room on the kitchen table to eat. I ate straight from the pot though cause I didn't want to make another dish dirty. It's like when I make the bed. I'll sleep on top of the made bed with a blanket from the closet for a few days before I am prepared to unmake the bed.
I got up Sunday morning and Waste apparently had made himself some spaghetti-os while I was sleeping... and he left the bowl on the living room floor. I was so angry.
My new goal in life is to wash the dishes at least once per week. I think once per week is a realistic goal.
Oh, the teflon nail polish could not stand up to my crazy bleaching and scrubbing extravaganza weekend.