Domestic Bliss. Isn't life grand?

Watching old housewife shows, I always see the woman wearing those yellow latex gloves when cleaning the house.

I was never a girl who needed those.

After all, when I was done cleaning, the first thing I was going to do was walk the ten feet over to the sink, rub with some anti-bacterial, sweet-smelling soap and sing 'Happy Birthday' under my breath in order to wash my hands for long enough. (Did you know that trick? You're supposed to wash your hands for the entire Happy Birthday song in order to get them clean. I sing it twice just to make sure.)

So, if I was going to wash my hands right away anyway, why did I need to spend the extra money on disposable/latex gloves?

Because in the kitchen it's no big deal. So I got some crumbs on my hands when wiping down the countertops. Who cares? But in the bathroom. . . .

Ewwwwwww. I need full body armor and protective eyewear.

Last week I splurged (!!) and spent the extra $4 on disposable glvoes (I know, I know - they are horrible for the environment. But I didn't want reusables - that's even grosser!) And my bathroom has never been cleaner. The back of my hand scraped against the dirty toilet? No big deal - I have gloves on! I have to scrub to get the crud out of cracks? So what - I'm not touching any of it, I have gloves on!

My bathroom now shines with the gleam of pure cleanliness. All because of some $4 disposable gloves that I will continue to buy, even though they ruin the environment I am so diligently trying to protect by recycling. Oh well. At least my bathroom looks great!