I wanted to sleep late but the little tyke woke me up around 8AM requesting breakfast. I complied but it was my Mom who cooked his oatmeal. After preparing breakfast for Alan and having my latte and Lily’s Peanut Butter sandwich, I put the mold and mildew remover on the tub and let it sit. I changed the sheets and sprayed fabric freshener on the bed and pillows. Then I went back to the bathroom and sprayed scum remover on the tub this time. The toilet bowl is steeped in cleanser and I will clean it in a while.
Father and son are out having the car washed and waxed. I checked the lotto and no, Mom and I didn’t have any winning numbers. My Mom has this gut feeling that she’s bound to win — for some strange reason, I do, too. She keeps hitting portions of the combination but never the whole thing. Soon..
I’m going to clean the bathroom before I take a shower myself. Then it’s off to do errands, lunch, get the sundries at Target, then we have that barbecue with Alan’s college buddies later. All-Filipino, somewhere deep in New Jersey, and the Dad wants to bring his boy along to show him off to his friends. Not that they don’t know the older son — the mom is one of them. But it’s Alan’s pride in this little boy who is his spitting image, and who is literally a chip off the old block.
Pictures, pictures.. time to clean the bathroom now. I prefer to do it because I have my standards. My bathtub is clean enough for you to lie down in if you wish when it’s dry, and good enough to take a long soak in when you feel like a hot bath. It was one of the selling points of this unit when we scouted for our place: I needed a bathtub where I wouldn’t mind sitting down bare naked. And I found it.