My husband has been master packer, but I've been handling the packing, travel plans, and... cleaning. I will not lie- our shower is something of a horror. The only bathroom cleaner I have is choke-inducing, so I avoid scrubbing my shower (somewhat literally) for the sake of my own life.
This week was different. Since our home must be sparkling upon move-out, I decided a gradual method.
"You know, all this week, after taking my showers, I've gotten out and scrubbed the shower floor- just a little bit. By the time we move out, it will be perfectly clean. Isn't that clever?"
"Oh, sure! Good!"
"I have a feeling that you haven't been doing anything remotely similar with your showers."
"Oh? What do you think I've been doing?"
"I would guess that you've been hopping in, peeing on the shower floor (thereby creating more work for me), and then hopping right on out."
"No way! You noticed and you've been cleaning it too!"
"No! I haven't even taken a shower all week!"
"Uh, oh... wow."
"But I did pee in the shower last week!"
Hm. It all turned out worse than I thought.