Today can be summed up in just a few short words: laundry, vacuum, dusting.
Not much else to say.
Today can be summed up in just a few short words: laundry, vacuum, dusting.
Not much else to say.
that my husband thinks it’s my job to do the housework. Any clues? Because I’m baffled.
This has been an ongoing problem throughout our marriage. I go to work, and usually have a bit of a commute. I come home exhausted. (I mentioned the constant fatigue a few days ago, right?)
What really frustrates me is that I can get a room cleaned up and tidy. Like the living room. And then he comes home from a trip and plops his suitcase in the middle of the floor. He piles up blankets and covers and pillows for the dog. He leaves magazines all over the place, guitar and music equipment all over the place. He puts our printer and his laptop on the dining table. And then says something snide like, “You’re not capable of keeping a clean house.”
He shot that at me last night, and I was so angry I didn’t say anything.
So yeah, tomorrow morning instead of participating in the 24-hour readathon, I will be cleaning our tiny apartment and cussing either under my breath or out loud. And his music and guitar crap are going into the front closet, along with the printer.
It just annoys me to no end. I don’t mind doing housework. I mean, it’s not on my top ten list of favourite things to do, but I don’t mind it. I do mind being expected to do it all, while he feels free to strew his crap from one end of our home to the other.
No, nothing like that. But remember the green chile dip recipe I posted yesterday? I forgot to mention that you can make it either relatively mild or palate-scorching hot, depending upon the heat of the green chiles. Apparently instead of the can of mild green chiles, I picked up a can of hot green chiles. And you probably already know that with something spicy like that, the longer it sits, the hotter it gets as the flavours blend together.
And I brought the dip to work yesterday for a “finger foods” spread that few people ended up participating in, and nobody ate any of my dip. I was whinging about it to L-2, who said she’d take it home with her. So I set it on her table along with the chips, and Easley and SpursFreak felt sorry for me and ate some. They both just about died from the heat, but I feel particularly proud of making Easley cry. He’s this big, big guy, very much a manly man.
Moving on, and returning to my kitchen, I washed some of the walls in the kitchen last night. I didn’t get as far as I’d wanted to, seeing as how I wanted to finish the whole kitchen. I always overshoot my abilities; that’s not a good thing, seeing as how it frequently leaves me disappointed. And the magic sponge I used only was able to clean about 6 square feet of wall. Yeah, it’s that dirty. Of course, it’s also a textured wall, which I think eats up the sponge more quickly. Tonight I’ll just take a regular old rag and soapy water to the wall, as I don’t feel like spending more money on the magic sponges.
I also made fried chicken, mashed potatoes, and green beans for dinner. I couldn’t tell you the last time I made fried chicken, and it was really tasty. I made a seasoned flour dredge, and fried boneless skinless chicken tenders in olive oil in my nonstick skillet. It made a really good gravy. The green beans were nothing special, just the Green Giant Simply Steamed green beans with almonds, no sauce. Now that I’m back to cooking all the time, I remember the tedium involved in trying to figure out what to make for dinner every night. If I had an unlimited budget, there would be no tedium whatsoever, trust me. However, I do not have such a wonderful budget, so I have to plan very carefully. I also am trying to avoid heating up the kitchen too much, which means anything that needs to go into the oven is out.
Joe’s heading back out of town on Monday. I’ll miss him. I’m hoping, though, that we can work together and get the bathroom finished up tomorrow. It would be wonderful to have that task finished up. Then with the bathroom, kitchen, and dining room all put together, it’ll be time for me to start on another room.
Mom has returned to Utah, and our home is returning to as close to normal as it ever gets.
We had a pleasant visit while Mom was here. She had a fall the last day of the conference, and wasn’t physically feeling up to doing a whole lot. So when she slept, Liz and I continued work in the kitchen, which now, amazingly enough, looks like a kitchen instead of a storeroom or junk heap. At least 6 bags of usable but unneeded items were hauled to Goodwill (with another 2 bags of stuff still sitting in my living room). Great quantities of unusable items were hauled to the curb and picked up with Monday’s garbage.
As you may have guessed from Tuesday’s post, Joe was less than thrilled when he got home Monday night. He was frustrated that I hadn’t done things exactly the way he thought they should be done. However, by the next day he was telling me that it was “growing on him,” and by last night he admitted that he likes it. The round table is a little beat up, but it fits so nicely in our very small dining area. And the bigger table we’d kept in there will work very well as a work table either in the music room or in the office. He initially wanted me to go get a wallpaper border, because after I removed the fencing and fake plants, the walls looked a little bare. However, again by last night he was saying that he likes it. It looks more open and cleaner. Well, it is cleaner, but that’s sort of beside the point. We have replaced the icky old curtains with blinds, and that makes a difference, too, in how the rooms look.
We’re having a potluck at work today, and I actually made something (now that I have a nice, clean, orderly workspace) instead of stopping at the store and buying something. Here’s the recipe, in case you’re interested:
GREEN CHILE DIP
Enjoy your day!!
Okay, so he *finally* decided he liked what we did. He’s always grumpy the day he gets home, and I know that. I was just hoping that seeing the results of our hard work would help allay the grumpiness. It did not.
Oh, and in case you were wondering, I still hate housework. I like decorating, and think I’m pretty good at it. And I’m learning more and more about how to clean, and I can do it. But I’d really rather be:
That is all.
I seem fated to be one of those people who has to learn lessons the hard way. And right now I’m learning about housekeeping.
Did you know that walls get dirty? I’m not talking about the “oops, I spilled a glass of grape juice down the wall” kind of dirty. I knew about that. No, I’m talking about the “if you put trellis and fake ivy and fake flowers along the top of the wall it’s going to get very dusty and cobwebby but if you don’t look closely you won’t notice it” kind of dirty. The “there’s dust and dog hair and allergens flying in the windows and if you take one of those magic eraser thingies and swipe it along the wall the white part of the eraser thingie will be brown” kind of dirty.
I’m not stupid. I mean, I went to university on scholarship while holding down a full-time job and having several surgeries, and still managed to graduate cum laude. I read the dictionary for fun. So how did I get to the venerable age of, uh, 26 without realizing this essential fact about walls?
Well, the walls in the dining area are now mostly clean (I still have to pull out the stepladder and get up on the tops where the lattice and fake plants used to be), and I’ve thrown out two magic eraser thingies because they’re no longer usable.
So now someone’s going to tell me that floors get dirty, too.
I just voluntarily did housework on a week night. There’s no one here urging me on, no one cracking a whip, no one nagging. I just did it.
So this weekend the incomparable Izzybella came over to give me a hand in my awful kitchen/dining area. I know I’ve talked about it before, the bright blue room with white fencing across the top with ivy and flowers tucked in. It once had birdhouses. I saw it in a magazine I used to like back when we bought our house, and thought it looked cute. I suppose the idea still does, but it’s so not my taste anymore. The birdhouses are long gone, but every time I was going to rip off the fence and ivy stuff, Joe pointed out, not unjustly, that it was comparatively low priority with everything else that needed to be done. This weekend I decided I couldn’t stand it any longer. It may have been low priority as far as getting the house together, but you know what? I feel so much better. It looks better. The room looks a lot lighter and brighter and more spacious without that stupid stuff up there. Izzy organized a couple of my cupboards, and I get to do the rest.
My usual policy is to avoid housework on week nights. Okay, it’s to avoid housework as much as possible, so you don’t have to roll your eyes, but seriously, I figure if I have to do it (and I do), I deserve to not do it in the evening after I’ve suffered through a tedious day at work. If I were smart, I suppose I’d do it in the evenings after the tedious days at work so that the weekend truly would be guilt-free. I may get to that point someday. But Mom’s coming this weekend, and I’d like her to see a clean(er) house. Not to mention that I like having it clean. Being a slob really stinks. If somebody wants to send me a can of “I love to clean” genes, I’d gladly take it.
So the dining area is well on its way to being clean. The clutter’s all out of there. The table is scrubbed and has a nice little centerpiece on it. The floor has been mopped. I need to go over the floor again, and I need to clean the walls. There is light at the end of this tunnel!
When I was young, if I heard the phrase “blue-hair” I have automatically followed it up with the word “biddy.” You know the ones I mean. They have all silvery white hair and they wash it with bluing and it takes on a blue hue.
I went to the stylist last night for purple hair. Streakes of purple hair, to be specific. She persuaded me to darken my hair colour so that the purple would stand out move. I asnt harrd o persuade. (It’s a this point II should ell you I ook my ambien about half an hour ago). So she did the foils with the bleach and then did the colour. It took for-freakin-ever for my hair to bleach to the right shade so that i would take the purple. But i did at last. And then she did the rinse and dried the portions that needed to be stained purple. And she stained them purple and left them on a long time. And when she looked at them, lo, my streaks were not purple! They were blue. Way cool looking, by the way. T was a litle dismayed; she said usually the red tones of the purple are picked up but not the blue tones, so she added in extra blue. And my hair, being as cintrary as I myself am, pulled in the blue but nto the red. So I don’t have purple streaks, I have blue streakes. Oh, she could have fixed it last nigh, but I’d already been there 4 hours and was tired, and I though thte blue looked cool, so I told her to leave it. She did give me a bottle of purple hair stain and said that when he blue stars fdaing, to saturate the places with he purple and leave t in a good lon time. So I hsould have purple streaks in a few weeks. And hen she cut my hair. It’s really cool and short in the back, and longer in the front, with a nice swept bang. I looked 10 years youngerl. It looks totally hot!
Yesterday and today were incredibly busy days. I worked mu tuchus off (not literally, alas). Got out the old furniture so the trash cojmjpany will pick it up tomorrow. Got out a lo more trash. Cleaned out my car. Scrubbed floors. Went through the piles of papers an shredded a lot of things that needed to be shredded and trown out. Washe ddishes. Have a roas ready o roased tormorrow night when I get home afer art therapy. I sill need to finish cleaning the dinign area and put te new dinning able set in there afer I get te old one out.
I’m not leting he dogs get up on the new furniture. Mollyy was laying on the floor giving m dirty looks. Then she gave liz a dirty look. So I told Molly she was welcome to go to the bedroom and get on the bed. So she did. She very defiiantely and cutely posed for me when I came in.
I put up my magnetic spices oday (finally). I need to get another set from Spicy Bitch. I just ahng them on my refrigerator. It looks totally cool and cleans out some space of my cupboards.
Joe called me las night froom Chicago. He injured himself by smacking his face in a glass door. He’s really sore, thinks he miht have broken his nove. We’ll see how he heals up. Gota be careful!
Okay. It’s time to go to sleep now. adieu. Adieu. Adieu.
Despite my penchant for Ambien blogging, I really don’t like having to take it every night just to sleep. So I try to get by without it. The result is that on those nights I just flat don’t sleep. I’ve had insomnia for ages, but this new anti-depressant seems to make it so much worse. I lay in bed for hours last night, unable to sleep and wishing I could. So getting up this morning for work was just agonizing. I will say, though, that I had fallen asleep around 10:30 or 11, but when Joe got home he came into the bedroom and brought both dogs with him, and Scout promptly jumped on my head multiple times. That woke me up for good.
On other fronts, I’m getting new (to me) furniture Friday. Sarah-bear is moving to a lovely big home in Dallas and she bought all new furniture. So I’m buying her couch, loveseat, and kitchen table set. I cannot over-emphasize how thrilled I am about this. She and I have amazingly similar tastes in home decor, and before we even knew each other painted our living room walls the same colour. So I already know the living room furniture will look good. In fact, I dare say it will look far better than the stuff we’re getting rid of. There’s no point in calling Salvation Army to come pick up our old sofa & loveseat, as the cushions are ripped and they’re stained with dog pee and dog drool (from the memorable day Joe gave Molly a Jolly Rancher candy–yes, they make dogs drool as much as they make people drool, and the stain didn’t come out). So we’re hauling them to the curb tonight so they’ll get picked up with tomorrow’s trash. That means there won’t be anything to sit on in that room, but it’s okay. Joe’s leaving for Chicago tomorrow, and I’ve got enough cleaning and scrubbing to do that when I’m finished I’ll collapse in the bedroom.
No, you don’t have to rub your eyes, thinking you’re not seeing clearly. Yes, I’m cleaning and scrubbing. I actually scrubbed the kitchen floor last night. (Maybe that’s why I couldn’t sleep; my mind just couldn’t wrap itself around the concept of a clean kitchen floor.)
Oh, one last thing. I watched a great documentary about the Medicis. It’s in 5 parts, I think, and it was really fantastic. I highly recommend it. It’s called The Medici: Godfathers of the Renaissance, and it’s by PBS. I’m currently watching one about the Trojan War; the first installment focused on Schliemann and his archaeological discoveries. While the writers and interviewees seem to agree that Schliemann’s conclusions were very off-base, his finds were nonetheless very exciting. I love that photograph of his wife in the “Trojan” gold.