Daily Prompt: All Grown Up

When was the first time you really felt like a grown up (if ever)?

I really can’t remember when the first time was but this anecdote is in the top 10.

Back in college, I cleaned the whole bathroom.

For the record, I didn’t do it because it was chore. In our dorm room, no one assigned chores. So it was basically a dump. Stained floor, clothes everywhere, table disappeared under a ton of mess—not to mention the tell-tale mounds of ashes from cigarettes and other stuff that you could only associate with a guy’s room.

Given enough time and motivation, anyone in our room could clean the area. Or at least their own area. But not everyone would dare volunteer for the bathroom. Why would anyone?

Have you seen what a guy’s bathroom is like? Have you smelled one? Touched one?

Even the mere memory of it makes me want to throw up.

Here’s the cliche. Someone has to do the dirty job. Two weeks in and it already looks like a decade passed with a hundred guys using it repeatedly. If the toilet was pitiful, you should’ve seen the walls. It used to be sea green. With us using it, it was coated with something like ambergris, only disgusting and smothered. If you looked long enough, you could swear that it moves.

So with some of my own money, I bought bleach, detergent, and a big brush. Plus a big bag of chips.

For the first fifteen minutes, I was practically breathless. And I wouldn’t dare open my mouth while working at the tiles. That was quite a workout though—channeling all that frustration and aggression at the mildew. Poor mildew. But they come back.

My actual reward for cleaning the toilet, besides eating the chips later, was I was the first to take a shower in a clean bathroom. That was the first time I reveled in smell of cleaning agents. And my best bath then. That was the moment I realized what my mother feels like when she cleans the bathroom of our house.

Relieved is the word I’d go with.

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16 Comments Add yours

  1. This is awesome. I love your title, too! ridingontrains. 🙂

    Keep it up!

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    1. matiserrano says:

      Thank you so much! I shall do my best.

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  2. Loved this. I had a similar experience in college. My second year I dormed with three guys. Complete dirt-balls. It was then that I understand two things. 1) I will always be much more “grown up” than my peers. 2) These two dirtballs will never have girlfriends.

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    1. Mati Serrano says:

      Thanks! I believe I know how you must’ve felt then: I had roommates who were varying degrees of slob. Thankfully, they weren’t completely irresponsible guys – just needed extra-strength motivation. But it was difficult being the only one who kept the room looking decent.

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  3. Yes! Felt like such a grown-up the first time I cleaned the bathroom too, haha! Took me 2 to 3 hours but felt like a superhero after. 😀

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    1. Mati Serrano says:

      YES IT IS! Like you couldn’t believe that you just accomplished something that practically daunting and yet you did. And the clean smell – and look – is just wonderful for words.

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  4. Hira says:

    That was eww 😉

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    1. Mati Serrano says:

      I wouldn’t contest that reaction. Guys’ bathrooms are just terrible. And that’s just the appearance. XD

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      1. Hira says:

        Now , I know why my bathroom is all watery , squishy , squashy .. when husband walks out of showers. .. and this hadn’t change no matter how hard I tell him .. I know it’s a boy thing 😉 he cannot help it 😀

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