Sometimes we just have to scrub the tub.

I despise cleaning - wait, I know what you're saying: "I hope this won't be a whiny post by some little brat!" - just hear me out, it won't be. So, I loathe cleaning, it's often messy and the results are always temporary. I feel that it's a waste of time, energy, and brain cells (due to the chemicals in the cleaning-materials). The vacuum is too loud and lets out more dust than it sucks in. Dishes get dirty so quickly that it seems like I'm fighting a never-ending battle with them. Ditto for the trash. But what I despise most is cleaning the bathtub.

The tub is relatively large. I need to be a gymnast (which I'm not) to reach all the little nooks and crannies where mold and dirt and grime like to hide. I don't need to clean it too often but the task takes longer than all other forms of cleaning (which you know that I hate). But as the filth accumulates, showers lose their magical appeal and cleaning the tub becomes the only option.

I think you know where I'm getting with this - tonight was the night. I said "screw it" and I washed the damned cauldron of crud...and what I realized is that every once in a while, I just need to do the deed. It might be just the fumes going to my head, but I felt empowered afterwards, my pride/laziness conquered for a short instant.

So sometimes we all need to get over our pride/laziness and do the deed, fight the fight, solve the health care problem, or begin a revolution. Or sometimes we just have to scrub the tub.