Housewifery

I was very sad when we moved from our cute little newlywed apartment to our current abode. I loved our old apartment.  Besides looking very nice, it had things like a dishwasher, a garbage disposal, and a lack of ant infestation.  However, it was very small, and we thought that we would want more space with a burrito.  One of the things about our new apartment that was supposed to be really great was the jetted bathtub.  This was a bigger deal to Hugh that to me because I am generally more of a shower person anyway, but if you can have a jetted tub, then you might as well, right?

Unfortunately, the tub has ended up giving me a lot more pain than pleasure.  The jets, which I never use because they are very loud, (And when on earth would I have the leisure to take a bath except when Asher is sleeping?) harbor a lot of nasty orange gunk.  Even when I try to take a bath without the jets on, the water in the tub dislodges a lot of the gunk, which then floats around in my bath water.  (Let me tell you how clean taking a bath in water full of nasty orange floaties of unknown antiquity leaves you feeling....)  

Of course, I scrub the jets every week when I scrub the rest of the tub, but somehow there is always more gunk hiding deeper within the jet recesses.  Today, I decided that I had had enough.  I spent a disproportionate amount of my precious Burrito nap time scrubbing out the jets first with a toothbrush and then with q-tips.  Really.  So, maybe next time I decide to take a soak I won't have lots of little orange friends in the tub with me... or maybe I'll just shower instead.

Oh, uh... P.S. Hugh, I wouldn't use your yellow toothbrush if I were you.