Sometimes, just sometimes, I am an impulsive cleaner. I love the smell of pine and lemon as you walk into my house. I love the smell of coffee candles simmering in my kitchen and I love the aroma of baking with cinnamon and apples.
The one thing that I just absolutely dislike is the smell of Clorox. This is offensive to me in so many ways. I once was stripping my bath tub of all the deep embedded stains and Clorox seemed to be the only thing that would work. As I scrubbed and scoured, my eyes begin to burn. The next day I had a reaction to the cleaner and had to go to the doctor.
Although this was a fairly big problem, it is not the worst thing that has happened with this cleaning formula. First, I should say that my husband believes that nothing ever formulated works as good as this bleach. And it seems my little house keeper also believes it will whiten everything she uses it on and it does, even the black or darker clothes. We have several pieces of clothing that have a unique white design emblazed on the backs, sleeves or even some fronts. This stuff is most potent.
For several years, my husband had a great need to clean the patio and the concrete around our pool. Well, guess what? He brought in the Clorox, mixed it up and filled his pressure washer and went to work. The next morning my flower beds looked as if he had sprayed Round-Up to every square inch. My time-consuming work and beautiful flowers were wilted and never recovered from this dousing.
He tried to use it several years later to pressure wash our driveway and patio. I reminded him of the earlier catastrophe and he assured me he would mix it with water and all would be fine. I, on the other hand, had learned my lesson the hard way and decided that no Clorox would be used. He brought four or five cases from the store and stacked them by our summer house.
After he left for work the next day, I loaded them all in my little wagon and carried them to our driveway and lined them up across the entrance and added a big poster sign that said, “NO CLOROX!” The gentleman that was supposed to be spraying called my husband and told him he could not get in the driveway and why.
I won that skirmish!
