Dear Comet Bathroom Cleanser,
You are green and glorious, and nothing says clean quite like Comet. I want to take this moment to thank you for turning my cuticles green since I was old enough for my mother to give me cleaning the bathroom as one of “my” house chores. But my goodness, you do a great job at cutting through all that soap scum and dried skin and God knows what else. In fact, you won’t find another powdered cleanser in all of my house. Ever. I promise.
You know, I really used to hate your guts. In fact, I used to really hate all my chores…shocker. That was before I learned to celebrate what I like to call “little victories”–you know, like cleaning your bathroom, or doing laundry, or dishes, or getting all the funk off your drip pans…at the end of those battles to clean or declutter, there’s this amazing sense of accomplishment, even if the only thing we really did was to act like we’re actually capable of living on our own, and not like wild animals.
My husband and I moved into our new rent house, this weekend. It sure made for an interesting Easter and Holy Week. But I used a whole can of you cleaning both our old place and our new place, taking off the four years of funk in one place, and the contractors’ dust in another. Smelling your smell, and tearing up my cuticles made me nostalgic and happy and tired and sore. Thanks for being there