strike So, we rushed through getting work done today. Last night I found out that the guy whose fixing the ceiling is gonna be here today instead of tomorrow like he said. At least that's what my boss understood. I was like great. Before I found this out I told Jeff that we need to straighten the place up because he was coming Friday and I didn't want it getting out of hand and I didn't want to wait to the night before to rush through it. Jeff said that Jess asked what he ever said so apparently he never called her like he told me he was. He was supposed to because of needing to get some drywall. I called her and told her and in the middle of our conversation he calls her. Weird, right? His ears must have been ringing. lol. So she calls me back to tell me that it was him that called and he was coming tomorrow (today) and I was like oh okay. I get off the phone and was like well so much for not rushing the night before. The place isn't too dirty or messed up but yeah, I'm just ocd like that I guess. Mainly he's gonna be in the kitchen where the biggest mess was anyways with dirty dishes and stuff. So Jeff washed dishes. But I was so tired last night and felt like crap. Then Jess told Jeff that we just had to walk the birds today and leave instead of doing other stuff too. Mainly because of the rain. I was like man I want to get in and out by 8:30/9:00. Jeff was like okay but I don't think that he believed me. I was done by 8:30.  By the time Jeff started his third house I was starting my fifth. It was bad though and I just felt like I couln't breathe. Afterwards, Jeff was like I'll just take you home, I can get the last two by myself and I was like ok. I'm thinking the last 2 are yours anyways being as I already did 5 of them. But yeah, whatever. So I come home and start cleaning while he finishes up. When he comes up he decides that he's going hunting. I'm kind of like ok, whatever. I mean I could use help cleaning but if he couldnt' think that much of me then why bother. Right before he left though I went to sit on the couch and stepped on a dropped Dorito. I was like good god. I'm tired of it. Jeff was like what and I told him. He was like it's gonna happen. I'm like what? He says the place getting messy. I almost blew up. I told him that it didn't have to. It does not have to get messy in order to clean it up. There doesn't have to be 5 million things out and about that don't need to be in order to clean. Has he never heard of cleaning being just dusting, sweeping, and dishes. Not what we go through every other day. I was like if they drop a chip or two...don't just stare at it and say "oh well" reach down and pick the damn thing up and throw it away. It doesn't have to stay there just because it was dropped. I'm seeking criminal punishment because my kids dropped a chip...I just expect them to pick it back up. I drop things to...big deal...but I don't leave it there because it's not good anymore. I still pick it up and throw it away. Pop cans...if your gonna walk your ass out to the kitchen to get another one is it gonna hurt to carry an empty one out and throw it away in the process? Jeff's biggest thing is trash in the sink. If he's making a pizza or cheese sammich or something he'll throw the box or wrappers in the sink instead of turning around, walking 3 steps, and throwing it in the trash can. wtf? I'm not asking for him to hire a maid, just to show a little effort for crying out loud. I would really like to clean something new oddly enough. Not the same crap every other day. I would like to get the spare room cleaned up and organized because I want to get the boys an air hockey table for Christmas and need a place to put it. But I can't do that when I have to keep going over the same shit every fucking day. gah, i hate this shit. |
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