Don’t spill the soap

Yes, I’m aware that the correct phrase is “don’t drop the soap”.  But that’s not at all what I’m talking about here.  I’m going to be talking quite literally about spilling liquid soap.  Or rather letting it spill without you knowing.  If you’ve read my blog before, or if you just happen to know me, you know that I fail at a lot of things, from nails, clothes, chemistry, and makeup.  Apparently, I also fail at soap.

Last week, I was at London Drugs with my mom.  I needed to buy a few things that happened to be on sale.  My mom picked up a two litre bottle of Jergens Pure & Gentle clear soap, as we were in need of more liquid soap in the house.  I had already failed, by attempting to go to the downtown London Drugs after 9pm, when it was apparently already closed.  I could have sworn it used to be open later.  Did it start closing early after the riots?  Anyway, we were able to go to the London Drugs in Richmond, as they are smart enough not to close until 10pm.  We didn’t get out of there until after 10pm, but it wasn’t my fault that the girl in front of me had some overly complicated purchase.

When we got home, my mom gave me the bags to leave in my room.  That was her first mistake.  My room is, shall we say, not the cleanest of environments.  And that’s putting it as nicely as I possibly can.  So yes, I put the bag down and left it there.  I really should have removed the soap and put it in the bathroom right away.  But I didn’t bother with that.  I think I came home and started blogging instead.  I know where my priorities lie.

Yesterday, I overheard my sister asking my mom for soap and my mom told her to ask me for the liquid soap we had bought so I could refill the soap dispenser in the bathroom.  I had since forgotten about it.  I went over to retrieve it from the bag.  To my horror, it had spilled.  A lot of it had spilled.  Into the bag, onto the floor, onto some clothes, onto the jar of peanuts I had also bought that day.  It was very upsetting.  I think I may have stepped on the bottle slightly at some point which contributed to the mess.  Don’t ask me how I managed that.

I took what was left and filled the soap dispenser, then brought the bottle back to my room.  Well it’s more of a jug than a bottle, but for some reason it sounds weird when I refer to it as a jug of soap.  I had to clean the mess that I’d made.  It was kind of ironic how I had made a mess with soap.  After I’d cleaned off the soap from what it had spilled on, I stared at the bottle, which was over half empty.  I couldn’t put it in the bathroom now, my mom would see it and wonder what had happened to the rest of its contents.  I couldn’t admit that I’d been so neglectful as to waste so much of it.  Well I could, but I’d rather not.  If it’s a little thing like this that I can avoid upsetting her about, then by all means I would cover it up.

So on my way home today, I went to London Drugs.  The one on Broadway instead of the Richmond one.  Because you know, there might be the off chance they would recognize me from last week and wonder why I was buying yet another 2 litre bottle of soap.  I don’t need to deal with that kind of judgement.  So now I had two bottles of soap, one full, and the other more than half empty.  I had sort of hidden the almost empty one in the corner, not so much so that no one would find it, but so that I wouldn’t step on it or throw something on it and cause it to spill even more.

The dilemma I now faced was this:  I couldn’t put the full bottle in the bathroom, because there wasn’t supposed to be a full bottle, as I had already poured soap into the dispenser.  And so, being the quick thinker that I am, I poured some of the new bottle into the old bottle, to make it look like the new bottle was the original bottle and that I had poured out enough to fill the dispenser.  So now that bottle is in the bathroom and no one is the wiser. The old bottle, I will bring out at a later date, when the new one is nearly finishing.  I’ll figure it out.

The soap failure is a fairly minor problem and is now the least of my worries.  Perhaps it happened as an indication for me to not to be so careless and to keep my room more in order.  I do suppose if I were more organized, this would not have happened.  I would have put the soap in its proper place, not tossed it aside among other things and forgotten about it, and certainly not stepped on it.  My parents have been urging me to clean my room.  Well, thanks to the soap, there is at least one patch of carpet in my room than is now very clean.