It is friday night. End of the work week. Take a little mental break. Me, not so much.
I left work early today. The sun was finally shining, breeze was warm. I am going to get the hoola hoop out and hangout is my yard. I walk in the door and frolicking in the sun is forgotten. My house is a nightmare. Stinky dogs, dirty floors, dirty dishes and dirty clothes. This is my life. Work at the office and work at the house.
I am not good at the domestic stuff. Just ask my mom. I am sure that she has a list of stuff that I am not good at....I'll save that for another day.
Bill and I do the house keeping together. Yes ladies, it can happen to you too. Bill has been gone for three months. I am doing to stuff that needs to be done. Maybe not at the pace it needs to be done nor to level of expertise. Man, I really really truly hate to clean. For me to get a good cleaning jag going to usually means that I am so pissed off at someone that if I don't do something I will probably end up in jail.
I hate to clean. I think somewhere in my past life's I was RICH. I really think that you should be able to use dish and throw it away. I love paper plates, plastic utensil and solo cups. I love TV dinners. One bag sensations. Cook it - one pan=one dish to wash. If I was home alone. I could probably live by this code of throw it away. I am going to save the economy by purchasing a new $5 pan at Wallyworld weekly.
Can we talk about hardwood floors. They are beautiful. Love the lines, love the feel on my feet first thing in the morning, sliding across them in my clean socks. When did I get a rabbit? The floor is covered in fur, grey fur. Did I mention the stinky dogs. One is white and one is black. Lab mixs, do you know what white fur mixed with black fur makes. GREY FUR. I don't know if I am supposed to mop the floor or shave it. Dogs that shed and hardwood floors = high maintenance.
I missed out on my hoola hoop time. I missed the warmth of the sun. I mopped. I vacuumed. I scrubbed to bathroom. One of them at least. I wiped down the cabinets and fed the dogs and Derek, too. OK it was Burger King but I had already cleaned the skillet.
Did you really think I was going to get it dirty right after cleaning it....NOT.
Maybe tomorrow.
