Our children’s growth was easy to track by the level of fingerprints on the walls. It was rather cute when they were toddlers and learning to walk. By the time they were teens, it was old. Why can’t kids walk down a hallway or through a doorway without dragging their hands along the wall or swinging on the doorjamb?
Needless to say, with the house empty, Mike and I were able to enjoy a respite with clean walls and floors. Bathroom sinks were free of toothpaste and the floors around the toilets were free of urine.
I expected a modicum of grime with we moved in together. Generally, the boys use their own bathroom which I avoid, entering only biannually. When I catch them or their friends in the act of laying fingerprints on the walls or doorjambs, I halt it with a screech.
Our house is far from spotless. Due to its size and our schedule, we have a cleaning service come in once a month to clean all but the boys’s bedrooms and bonus rooms. What pleasure to rush home and enjoy it before it is contaminated. Realistically, though, I know that within a day crumbs will appear on the floor, water spots on the sinks, and spills on the counters. I am okay with that.
But the other morning as I strolled through the kitchen to begin my day, a hard object adhered to the bottom of my foot. On closer look, I recognized a toenail clipping!! Yuck!!! What?!!! Really?!!!
Not too many things repulse me. In my work as a Speech-Language Pathologist I learned to tolerate vomit, mozarella cheese-like residue in throats, and dried debris on the roofs of mouths. But something about that toenail . . .
I didn’t examine toes to determine the culprit but I can guess. Meanwhile, I guess I better sweep the floor more often.