The Bathroom is Disgusting

***UPDATE - Jan.22 2010***

So it's been a while since we've visited the bathroom, let's see what's new!

So no doors yet... was I supposed to get on that? Meh. Now when going for a poop, you can rest your feet on plush new carpet as you gaze into Dave's bedroom!

Little face cloth holder, counter space, the general smell of clean... that's all new!

A towel rack, some art that isn't all butterflies, new tp holder.

CURVED SHOWER ROD and new curtain. If you have never used a shower that had one of these in it, you are doing it wrong. Run over to Home Outfitters RIGHT NOW and get one. DO IT!

The packaging said up to 20% more room and they weren't kidding!

So what happened to our friend little Mr.Garlic? Well he got all big and strong on one end; black and extra moldy on the other end. Alas, I had to throw this out. Every time I walked past the bathroom I could smell it, the scent was not being contained by the shower curtain anymore. When I say I have a green thumb, I mean it! 

I guess next update should be when there's a door. I'm not ripping out fixtures just yet, I have way to many half done projects in other areas of the house. 

Buuut, if there is anyone out there that would like to lend a reno hand... we should talk.

***Original Post***

There comes a point where you just realize that you need to clean. Wherever you may be, that time comes to us all and we just hunker down, bite the bullet and scrape and scrub. That moment of realization came to me last night as I just stood there, bewildered, looking at what has engulfed the bathroom.

The place where we clean ourselves is in my opinion, hazardous to our health.

It is ALL bad.


First off, there's no door. It's the only room with a shower in the house where I live with two or three other people and there is. no. door. 


When I did a major clean-up back in the summer, I removed all of the mouldings and doors in the upstairs and threw them out in a big ass dumpster. Back then I was living alone, so what did I care about having doors? I was sleeping in the dining room at the time so I guess it didn't seem as weird as it should have. Privacy is a state of mind really.


I'm sure I will remedy this... soon?


Secondly, there is a mouldly garlic clove in the shower that has been there for at least eight weeks. It has reached the point where it has started to sprout a green thing that could only be used for reproducing even more mouldy garlics.

Is a shower the perfect environment to grow plants? Time will tell.

At first I was wondering why a garlic clove was even in the shower. I remember one day coming home from work and seeing one John Scroggie who was sitting in the tub with a mouth full of what I was later to learn was garlic. We have no doors remember. John later explained the hippy powers of garlic cloves and their medicinal purposes over the common cold soooo, I guess it isn't that strange anymore. Needless to say, after all the garlic cloves John consumed, he still got rocked with a cold which put him out of commision for a week. 


Diseases 1, delicious spices 0.


There came a point when I actually thought about throwing the thing out, but at that point it had already started to sprout. I was curious to see where this was going so I left it. 


The tub is barely clean enough to stand and shower in, since your feet will inevitably touch the stained ring of doom on the tub floor. I have been washing the floors between sanding and the muck which is the mop water gets dumped into the tub. After about two rooms worth, the water becomes a murky cloud of brown disgusto filth which clings to the soap scum. 


I am wondering if the diluted strength of over the counter bathroom cleaning products will be enough to battle this filth. In the words of one Rachel Wilson; bleach. I'm hoping that bleach will kill all the filth. My feet deserve better...no matter how gross they already are.

The toilet is the most disgusting thing ever, it's like Trainspotting toilet disgusting.





Since the upstairs bathroom has been mostly out of commission, this toilet doesn't get used that often. I guess having the lid down for months at a time has transformed the toilet into a mould growing pee-tree (sp?) dish. There is black on the toilet. Black. It takes a brave soul to simply lift the toilet seat up and gaze at the fun guy that resides inside. Bleach. Bleach or a new toilet, it's yellow after all and 1973 has come and gone.

The washroom also proves to be a great place to store tools and construction supplies it seems. The counter and floor are littered with everything imaginable from extension cords, painting supplies, hand tools, used sand paper, electrical supplies; basically everything and anything that doesn't belong in a bathroom is there. You see, I have the intention of having a workshop in the basement but until last night, it has been filled with all our stuff cause we are in a state of perpetual moving in-ness. Now that the basement is a bit cleaner I think I have enough space to actually put my tools away in their own individual "spot" so when I am looking for say, a caulking gun, it will be in the caulking gun spot and not on the upstairs bathroom counter.

Clean up your toys Kevin...

I even have a box of stuff to "fix injuries" that has been sitting on the counter since day one. Over a year in the same spot on the counter and not put away. It is filled with gauze, band aids, rope, etc. I guess I like to have these things readily available since I am Kevin Janok, and to be without wounds is simply uncharacteristic of myself. Ridding myself of these moving boxes will be a great victory for me and will solidify the fact that I have officially moved in.

Last, but not least, is the film that coats everything in the bathroom. It has probably been months of construction which has included drywall work, demolition and re-finishing the upstairs floors TWICE! This room is in serious need of a wipe down, but in order to do that, all the crap from inside needs to go.

Knowing myself, when I actually come around to cleaning the damn thing, I bet I'll start ripping out fixtures left right and center. Before I know it, I will have entered full on renovation mode where we will be sans shower for the course of a month leaving us with no where to get clean other than the wash tub in the laundry room (a la John Scroggie Saturday night)... 


I wonder if I should just get a maid to come in and deal with this, because seriously, this is one project Kevin does not want to tackle.