It's a hard knock life.

Today we had sun again which is amazing up here in the grey, grey north. Because it was such a beautifulday and I was finally getting some natural Vitamin D I decided to do what any good stay at home mom would do. You know, deep clean the bathroom.

I can vividly remember the first time my mother taught me how to clean a toilet. She told me "Make sure you clean really well around the outside of the toilet. Little boys miss a lot." Little did I know then how important that information would become to me later in life, living in a house with three boys. Also, our bathroom here has grout which seems to make the nasty boy locker room smell ten time worse. If you are wondering how I know what a boys locker rooms smells like it is because I spent two years managing the wrestling team at my high school and we had to collect the dirty singlets and wash them. In order to do that we had to go through the locker room. Which we did covering our noses and spraying cans of lysol as we went. But hey, I earned two varsity letters for it, so...even trade.

I mixed together my magic concoction of washing soda, Dawn, white vinegar and hot water and got to work. If you are familiar with 80's movie musicals starring red headed little girls, it was like that scene in "Annie"(which I was obsessed with and wanted to be in when I was a little girl. I mean, who wouldn't want to live in an orphanage where you are treated badly and then win the lottery of adoptive parents in Daddy Warbucks and Grace Farrell and everyone sings and dances all the time?). I am talking about the scene where Molly and Pepper are scrubbing the bathroom floors-bucket, scrub brush and all. I even sang a few lines of "Hard Knock Life" (the original, not the Jay-Z version). Dreams DO come true.  It took a good 45 minutes but that bathroom is now cleaner than it has ever been before. Ever. I even got Henry into the action:

You'll stay up 'till this dump shines like the top of the Chrysler Building! 

So now I have a sparkly clean bathroom. Well at least until bedtime when showers and brushing teeth totally destroy all the work I did. Oh well.

Don't worry, I didn't go all Miss. Hannigan on Henry.  We did make it outside for a bit to enjoy the "sunshine light".