Lack Of Bathroom Cleanliness

[blas87]

I know I'm quite OCD and maybe a tad crazy. I miss having my own place. I cannot stand the way my parents treat their house, especially the bathroom. It's taken me months to get that thing looking and smelling halfway clean. I have odor and moisture absborbers hidden all over that little room.

For the life of me....MEN. Yes, you with the dicks. All of your piss. Goes IN the toilet. It's a giant fucking hole. It's not like you can't put it all in there. Since you aren't females and don't wipe when you piss, I understand you shake it. Well, shake it in the FUCKING TOILET. Not on the floor.

If you have such bad bowel movements that you literally spray shit all over the back of the bowl and toilet seat, FUCKING CLEAN IT UP when you're done. Don't just leave it for the next person to sit on or have to clean up for you. God I am so fucking sick and tired of having to clean my dad's crusty shit off of all over the toilet seat.

Blas, what about your mom? Didn't she clean before you moved back in?

Haha...my mom hates my dad and his drinking so much, she's cutting off her nose to spite her face and refusing to clean up after him. So, no matter how bad it gets, she won't do anything, but she "isn't his mother".

So, I end up doing it. I absolutely refuse to have a biohazard of a bathroom. I will not use a dirty bathroom. I cleaned it every time I came over when I didn't live at home.

Men shaving...my dad and brother both.......don't leave all of your hair in the sink. Just, don't. Honestly, can't you use paper towel or something to catch it all, then throw it away neatly?

The bath mat is there for a reason. There's no reason to take all the water you just used to shower with, and then trot it all over the bathroom and make a huge slipping hazard for everyone else. I use paper hand towels to wash my face with. When I'm done, I use whatever is left that's dry on it to clean up the excess water on the floor.

After one or two days, you really should stop shoving towels back onto the rack, and just put them in the hamper and fold new ones on there.

[HYHYBT]

People have very different ideas about cleanliness. For example, I consider the small amount of clean water that sometimes winds up on parts of the floor not covered by a mat to be well within the bounds of cleanliness, because it's what? CLEAN water, which will evaporate by itself in a few minutes if you just leave the door open.

On the other hand, I'd be horribly embarrassed to leave either liquid or solid waste anywhere other than flushed down the toilet. There *are* reasons, which perhaps someone else would like to go into, for why not all pee makes it into the bowl every time other than the guy just being filthy and careless, but only in extreme circumstances (no paper, or unflushable toilet) is there good reason not to clean it up before leaving the room with no one else the wiser.

[Greenday]

My mom will bitch to me about hairs being around the sink or toilet. I don't know why she doesn't bitch to my stepdad. I clean up after myself every single time. Also, when it comes to the toilet, I don't have any hair on my body long enough for it to be from me. But somehow I'm the one that gets the lectures.

[blas87]

My parents' house is 100 years old (at least) and has a tiny ass bathroom. The least amount of moisture building up in there, the better.

Trust me, my parents had mold before, spent a lot to fix that....and weren't doing much to prevent it again.

Unlike living alone at my apartment, where the door was always open, I never had to worry.

[Duelist925]

Oh gods. Bathrooms in the dorms? Ahhhg. People. Will. not. FLUSH. Its like living with badly mannered five year olds.

Less said about the crap in the shower...I wear sandals for a reason.

[telecom_goddess]

blech all this is soooooooo gross. I gotta have a clean bathroom. Otherwise it's just nasty.

[blas87]

Spending the night at my last bf's place was.......really weird for me, because he and his brother are the types to shave and leave the hair all over the sink.

And he's one of those guys that thinks the dirty clothes hamper is the bathroom floor. Gahhhh, growing up, I had a few girlfriends who were spoiled or had rich enough parents to have their own bathrooms by their bedrooms or whatnot, and with their bras and panties all over the bathroom it used to just make me sick.

When I had my own place, every day I hand washed yesterday's panties in the sink and hung it from the door (I lived alone so it's not like anyone saw it), and a few hours later when it dried, I'd put it in the hamper. I accidentally did that once or twice after I moved back home and my mom flipped.......yet, all of her workout clothes are always hung from the door, sometimes her bras as well.

Believe me, when they go on vacation, I put all my bathrobes on the back of that door and took all of her stuff down. I was like "MINE FINALLY!! PRECIOUSSSS!"

[LadyBarbossa]

I feel you, except I refuse to go into my parents' bathroom if I can help it. The rest of the place is bad enough. Today while they were at church, I cleaned up the living room and dining room floors. JUST the floors, and it took me nearly two hours. When she reads the paper, she just sets it on the arm of the recliner, so of course it falls down between the that and the other recliner within five minutes, one because she is a clutz, and two, a dog usually hops onto her lap and dogs don't care when they throw your stuff on the floor. But it never gets picked up. NEVER. I filled up an entire 13 gallon trash bag and part of another one by the time I got done collecting all the newspapers, discarded/ripped up mail and other rubbish. Heaven help me, I found tuna cans under the furniture!

And roaches. So many goddamn dead roaches. My Dad is too cheap to pay for pest control and insists on going solely by the baits you buy at Lowe's and spraying around the house when he feels like it. He'd also rather get up in the middle of the night and go on a smashing spree. He doesn't clean up all of the carnage, either, so when he goes on these little adventures, I usually step on the results in the morning. I have asthma, and roaches, dead or alive, aggravate the shit out of it. Does this give him incentive to do better pest control or Mom to vacuum up the dead ones while I'm at work? Of course not, there are westerns and crime drama reruns to be watched. He's old fashioned and believes the women should clean up after the 'man of the house' so he just throws things any which way and doesn't bother to think how many dishes he gets dirty throughout the day. Mom insists that because she is 'old and put in her time raising kids' that she deserves to 'rest' all day and not do any housework. God help me, but after I move out, this place is going to be such a fucking filthy pig sty. She almost never cleans the stove, either, so it's constantly got sticky film, debris, and burned bits of things on it. Fridge looks the same. And for some reason, everyfuckingthing goes in the kitchen sink. Half a pot of pasta leftover after lunch? Pour the whole mess in the sink. Open a can of noodle soup? Throw the can and lid in the sink. Peel an onion? Throw the skins and ends in the sink. Then she doesn't understand why I get angry that the sink won't drain anymore and I have to fish all of this shit out.

Yeah, especially now that Dad's retired, the nostalgia of having him home all the time has worn off and I REALLY need to get the hell out of here.

Oddly enough, one of the cleanest places I've stayed is with the gay redneck couple I know. Mind, the trailer they live in is pretty ancient and kind of a piece of crap, but it's honest to god one of the cleanest houses I've been in, as far as my friends go. No crap/leftover foods in the kitchen, dust/hair on the floor, and the bathroom is immaculate, if worn down. For as much as they love beer, fishing, guns and cigarettes, they have a spotless house. Granted, I'll find dog hairs on the blankets they throw on me when I crash there, but that's about it.

[Sarah Valentine]

We have 3 bathrooms at my house:the one in my parents room is cleaned once a week, the downstairs one just off the kitchen/ dining room I clean almost every day, and the one in the upstairs hallway no one but my sister uses that one. Imagine the absolute worst truck stop/gas station bathroom you can, it's a 5 star bathroom with gold and diamonds everywhere compared to what she turned the hallway bathroom into. A whole family of neat clean people and one absolute pig.

[Giggle Goose]

My fiance and I just bought our first place together. Before that, we lived in the condo that he owned. I don't know if it's because my name wasn't on the mortgage or what, he insisted on keeping that place a total disaster area even after I moved in. I used the guest bathroom because his was just out of control. I refused to even set foot in there.

Now that we share a master bath, I told him that since my name is on the mortgage that it's MY bathroom and I just let him use it. There are double sinks and he's kept his surprisingly clean. He even hangs his used bath towel on the hook! I am amazed, but we've only lived there for a few weeks so we'll see how long this lasts. I am cautiously optimistic.

You have my sympathies, Blas...I hate sharing bathrooms. If you want to move out to Va we have two spare bedrooms and a nice clean guest bath just for you I <3 clean roommates.

[blas87]

If I could ever get out of here, that'd be a blessing. My personal goal is to live alone again, only next time hopefully I can bring a kitty along.

It feels good to not be alone. What pisses me off the most is a lot of the stories at CS about nasty poop incidents are just like what my dad does on a nearly daily basis.

I've hidden moisture absorbers and stick-to air fresheners all over the bathroom, just because when my dad does a douce, it can stink for hours. I just don't understand how some people could care less. One thing that really irritates me about how my dad thinks it's so funny to have *literal* poop explosions in the bathroom..........that shit could make someone sick. Getting shit all over the toilet seat, or clogging the toilet and viciously plunging until there's shit water all over the floor.....ugh.

ETA: And yes, my dad is of the same belief that men don't need to do housework, he was raised in a very old fashioned household where his mom practically followed his father around picking up after him. And my mom just hates him so much that just to "prove a point", she won't clean up after him. Which is how the house got so damn bad in the first place. Mom also thinks that her job is just too stressful and she's "too tired" after work to do any cleaning. I've tried, and tried, and tried....and tried to show both of them that just a few minutes a day of just a titch of spiffing will mean a LOT less cleaning sessions in the end. Do they care? No.

[Tanasi]

I'll admit I'm not real big on cleaning but I don't leave a mess in the bathroom. I like to leave it as clean or cleaner than I found it, I literally clean the seat everytime I use it. Both my boys also do the same thing with their bathroom, the girls on the other hand don't seem to mind a bio-hazard. Right now my youngest daughter is the only person that uses her bathroom and my youngest son and nephew use their bathroom and I can guarantee the boys bathroom is far cleaner.
The only thing in the bathroom I refuse to clean is the shower, I'm not gonna squeegee the walls or towel them off, ain't gonna do it. Now that's not to say it never gets cleaned it's cleaned once a week as I buy the scrubbing bubbles by the case lot.

Now my Dad didn't believe in cleaning at all and really didn't think the trash needed to be taken out. In an old farm house on the family farm that he used to store parts he also had a fridge and a stove. Mom made his lunch so all he had to do was eat. When he finished he wadded it all up and threw it in the corner. One day I went in there and there and pile of trash was nearly head high in the corner and half way across the floor. I couldn't believe it, it took me an hour to carry all that out to the burn pile and light it up.

Another thing, I was looking for a steel drum to store some stuff in. I found one setting next to the scrap wood pile. It had a lid with a steel strap to hold it on. Not knowing what was it I opened the drum and all I can say is a wave of stench knocked me down and I immediately started heaving up stuff I had eaten two years ago. I left and figured to let it air out and went back the next day. The drum was full of dead Japanese beetles, 55 gallons worth mind you. Well I couldn't use the barrel but I also couldn't leave it so I poured a few gallons of diesel in it and touched it off. It burned for nearly 24 hours. Had my dad still been living and I had asked him why, he'd would've just shrugged and said "I don't know." To this day we're still finding his messes and he died in 99.
Now that my two oldest daughters are married and have kids they keep a lot cleaner house then they did before kids. Everytime the grandbabies come over I have no complaints with their cleanliness but I still refuse to change a diaper. BTW all three and just over 9 months and all are walking with Crimson having walked at 8 months to the day.

[Andara Bledin]

I have to wonder why the hell there is ever water on the floor. Did nobody ever figure out that if you stay in the tub while you dry and then wipe your feet as you step out you not only keep the bath mat from collecting as much crap on it, but you save yourself the slipping hazard as well?

And there should never be anything clinging to the toilet seat, ever. Seriously not cool.

[HYHYBT]

I have to wonder why the hell there is ever water on the floor. Did nobody ever figure out that if you stay in the tub while you dry and then wipe your feet as you step out you not only keep the bath mat from collecting as much crap on it, but you save yourself the slipping hazard as well?

It's warmer that way, too (though some bathrooms steam up a lot more than others.)

[blas87]

Exactly!

After a shower, I wiggle myself somewhat to damp and then stay on the mat until my feet are dry enough to get back into my flipflops.

After a bath, especially a bubble bath where I might be apt to trail bubbles along with water everywhere, I grab my towel real quick and slide it around where the bubbles are clinging before I get out.