The bathtub in our apartment has become the bane of my existence. No matter what I do, I can never seem to get it clean. There's a layer of dirt that has basically become part of the tub. I have spent countless hours fighting with the grit and grime that have molded to it. I've tried scrubbing bubbles, 409, and bleach. I even bought some special mildew busting stuff. I've used sponges, cloths, and steel wool. I had some success with a Magic Eraser, but after I scrubbed straight through one I had only managed to clean about a square inch of the tub. And now that nice, white square inch mocks me.
Boyfriend has no idea, of course. He doesn't even seem to be aware that showers need to be cleaned, or that ours is frighteningly dirty.
He did manage to solve my problem, though.
On Saturday morning, Boyfriend woke me up as he was on his way out. The tub had cracked and we could no longer use it without flooding the apartment below us. Despite the early hour and the prospect of not being able to take a shower that day, my heart soared. We were getting a new tub!
The clean and sparkling tub was installed today. I can once again clean the bathroom without becoming completely demoralized.
I think I'm going to miss having a landlord when the day comes that I have to deal with this sort of thing by myself. On the other hand, the new house has three showers. So if one of them does break, I won't have to go an entire weekend without a shower because the one I have isn't usable.
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