I’m not a compulsive cleanliness-loving maniac or a very organized person, but I am extremely particular about having spic-and-span and sparkly bathrooms at my home. I don’t care if living room’s a mess or beds are unmade, but no compromise for the baths. Even when we lived in India, I had a whole crew to manage -cleaning help, cooking help, babysitter and all that, but cleaning the bathrooms I always reserved for me. No one would scrub the tiles to a shine as it doesn’t make sense to anyone.
And P gets irked when I wake up on Saturdays and don my cleaning gloves and start emptying the bathrooms to clean them thoroughly. Even sometimes when I’m in low spirits and depressed, he tells me to go ahead and clean the bathrooms, to perk me up- my favorite activity, as he calls it. Yes, it does give me immense satisfaction to look at the result at the end of it and it’s an esoteric stress reliever.
And its that unexplainable beatific feeling to enter the bath with the fresh smell, with no water streaks on the shower doors or the faucets and no soap scum in the basins or tiles and no water splashed on the mirrors. It makes me ecstatic, oneiric, lifts up the spirits. I wouldn’t go to a bath which is not what I want, to wash the stress off of my face after work or to brush my teeth at night, before bed.
To clean the 2 ½ bathrooms thoroughly takes me two hours on the weekend, from start to finish, which P feels but doesn’t say, could be utilized in making the weekend breakfast/brunch, as many man would like. But I can’t do that, because the baths beckon me and I have to attend to it. I don’t blame him because often he is at the end of questions like- why there’s toothpaste plopped in your basin? Do you wash your face or the mirror? Why can I still see granules of your facial hair in the sink after your shave?
And when we go grocery-shopping, I hand over to him the food items while I am in the cleaning supplies aisle, looking for new cleaning supplies.
And when we go out of town and book hotel rooms I don’t even look at the bed and the pillows, but rush to the bath to check out how appealing it is, if I can live with it .
Its difficult for Ishaan to aim and steer his stream into the toilet bowl and more often than not, he misses the target and sprays it here and there;its the male anatomy! And again I’m going crazy with the wipes and the sprays.