My Domestic Flaw

When I think about my idea of a perfect wife my friend Betty Crocker always comes to mind. Betty has a full time job and still manages to cook delicious things with ingredients that I've never heard off, her spice rack alone is the size of half my pantry.  I'm not sure if it's because she's older and was the first to settle down, get married, play house, or if it's because Betty is very wise (get it...wise?) but whatever the reason is Betty has always been someone to look up to. Not only can she cook, but she can probably decorate my entire apartment using a hot glue gun and some paper clips or something. She is pretty awesome. But, like all house wifes Betty has a secret, she is not capable of tying bows.  Betty Crocker, house wife extraordinaire can't tie bows, no matter what material she uses, they just turn out looking lopsided and weird. Even one of the best wifes I know has a domestic flaw.

Many people often comment on my obsession with cleaning. It's not really an obsession but yes, I would say I try to be more clean that the average person. It bothers me when my house starts looking all gross (like right now) and I always feel better when I have a clean house. I'm not sure if it's part of my Hispanic heritage, where I feel women are judged by their homes and how well they feed their husbands. Like many of my problems I'm going to go ahead and blame this one on my parents...again. Like I've talked before about my dad had an his obsession with knifes - Turns out Daddy was Right - my dad also was obsessive about throwing things away. If you left anything anywhere he could find it you can be sure he threw it away. If at one point anyone lost something there was no point in looking further because dad probably threw it away. My mom has always had a very strict cleaning schedule, over the years the days have changed but if she doesn't clean the house every week on the scheduled day something is terribly wrong. I remember when I was a little girl I had a mini-mop that I would use, mopping around the house after her (I was so cute back then). Well either way I am now the person that throws things away all the time and I'm certainly crazy about cleaning, I am sure husband is reading this right now and nodding.

But, like Betty Crocker I have a domestic flaw, I suck at cleaning bath tubs. I don't know why, but no matter how much I scrub it always the tub just seems to laugh at me. No matter what cleaning product I use, what tool (brush or sponge), no matter what position I use if it's inside the shower or out, the tub is never clean enough. I would pay someone to come to my house and just clean the bathroom and leave, everything else I can handle but that bath tub...he is not my friend. At this point I'm not sure if I have gone crazy or if the bath tub is really dirty, after all I do live in a an apartment complex who knows how many dirty people used that before we moved in. Gross.

So every time I take a shower I am reminded of my failure. At least Betty Crocker isn't required to tie bows every day, and even if she was she probably could bake you a cake in the shape of a bow instead.