What do Windex, hot wax, and an earnest husband have in common? Well, to be honest, the answer should be nothing. But tonight a calamity of errors made me once again grateful for the awesome wife that God has blessed me with.
My wife wanted to get the bathrooms cleaned and had already done one this afternoon. She was obviously tired and didn’t want to even think about having to do the other one tomorrow, so I offered to do it since I was probably going to be up later tonight anyways. I knew she was tired when she actually agreed to let me clean – which is something she doesn’t normally do.
I was excited as one could be about cleaning a bathroom, but it was a way I could really serve my wife, and so I was looking forward to helping her out in a very tangible way. My heart really was in the right place.
In the bathroom, everything went great. I had gotten the sink, the tub and even the toilet. All of them cleaned – almost sparkling! (“almost” being used in a generous manner there…but even so, very nicely cleaned) Then I went to clean the big bathroom window. I had been given a bottle of Windex and a couple of paper towels for this task. Simple enough, right? Spray on, wipe off. Circular motions and try not to leave streaks.
But when I get to the right side of the mirror, I almost hit something sticking off the wall right next to the mirror – my wife’s Scentsy aromatic warmer thingy. Well, it was in my way – I couldn’t clean the entire window with it there. So I did what any well-meaning husband would do: I pulled it out of the socket to clean behind it.
A couple of problems here, really. One, my wife had just changed the wax in the thing, so it was fresh and full. Full of hot wax, that is. Two, it had been turned on for several hours. Thusly the warming section, that would be the largest part of it that is the easiest to hold on to, was very, very hot.
So I pop it out. Really. It sticks in the socket really well, so I had to give it a little tug. Wax splashed all over my hand, the counter and even then some on the glass. Wonderful. Then I realized that the design of the thing made it rather top heavy and so you needed to hold it by the larger warming section, which was too hot to hold. So I managed to set it carefully in the sink without breaking it. Which resulted in the last of the wax spilling out into the sink.
Mercifully, the wax itself was not too hot and I didn’t burn my hands and it dried really quickly, which made it decently easy to get off my hands. Then, in cleaning the glass again I discovered that Windex, for whatever reason, actually did a reasonable job loosening up the wax to get it off the glass. And for kicks I tried it on the counter section as well, and it worked pretty well there as well.
It took a bit, but the bathroom is cleaned, again, now. With everything in it’s place. I won’t go into the details surrounding the brownish color of the wax, which was some sort of chocolate or fudge scent, but if you’re ever in our bathroom and find a suspiciously colored spot on the counter, know that 1) it’s not poop, and 2) it has nothing to do with my wife’s ability to maintain our house, but everything to do with the capabililty of her husband to help her with cleaning that home.
