My bathroom was cleaned.
Granted, it needs to be cleaned again, but I wanted it to be known (and put on record) that it was cleaned. Deep cleaned. Scoured.
As I stated in the first Confessional, I am not a messy person, per se. I do not live in squalor. People do not question my hygiene. To the naked eye, I might even look like someone who has her cleaning crap together. And don't get me wrong: there is nothing more satisfying than a clean home. I can most relax and enjoy my abode when it is clean. I'd say that it is usually "tidy," but has some room for growth in the area of "sterilization."
I think I just freeze up when it comes to cleaning sometimes. This is not out of a resistance to cleaning. It is out of ignorance of how to clean. Moreover, ignorance of how to properly use cleaning products, which brings me to my confession this week:
I have no idea how to use bleach.
I used to believe that as one becomes a mother, she is bestowed The Secret Wisdoms of motherhood. Before having kids, we are ignorant to some things. Things we didn't even know we were ignorant of. And I had this beautiful and comforting vision that the moment your first child enters into the world - BAM! - you are suddenly and instantaneously flooded with the knowledges of mutli-tasking, needlepoint, crockpot cooking, magical wound healing, child-rearing, and, yes, how to properly choose and implement cleaning products.
Apparently, this is not the case for everyone (read: me).
Bleach has become quite the controversial cleanser. Some argue it is a harmful chemical that does more damage than good in a home (and in the environment). Some (here I think of my Mom) adore bleach with such fervor and passion, they believe itcan be used for all sorts of various and sundry things, such as (but not limited to): cleaning dishes, dying hair, the birthing process and even consumption (if you were thirsty enough.)
I fall somewhere in between: I can't see myself using bleach on a regular basis, but I see the merit in it's ability to clean and sterilize.
My house needs bleach.
But I am completely bleach ignorant.
I own a bottle of bleach. It's true. I bought it several months ago, in the hopes of cleaning the laminate floor in my kitchen (I've been told tales that bleach can be used for such a thing). I read the label, semi-understanding the mission ahead of me. But I froze. I feared misusing the bleach. What if I stain something with bleach, or rather, BLEACH something with bleach? What if it accidentally comes into contact with my skin? My eyes? MY DIGESTIVE TRACT? I have no idea the consequences of bleach, but I somehow stand too afraid to find out.
Please help this stay-at-home Mom. She needs it.
I'm ashamed, but glad I got that off my chest.
If anyone is bleach-knowledgable, would you please leave helpful comments on this post for the uses (the correct uses, might I add) of bleach? I understand I can use it in my laundry (mini-confessional of the day: I do not separate whites and colors. I have never bleached whites in my life. This is a product of my bleach-ignorance, but I am teachable. I am dying to see if bleaching my whites changes my life). I see commercials informing me I can clean toys and other household items with it.