Can I vent?
What's on my to-do list today... Let's see. Perhaps I'll be boiling water several times to put in a pail to wash my fairly new, all over the house wood floor. Why you ask? Because my dear husband decided to do me a wonderful favor (after my bitching about him doing nothing, while I'm at work). The saying goes, you get what you ask for.
Coming home Wednesday, kicking off the shoes on the porch, walking in found me sticking to the floor. I drop my purse, keys, gallon of milk and look around. Things seemed to be orderly, dishes done, but looking down wondering what the hell I just stepped in. My mouth opened to a big O like a cartoon character. The floor was a complete smear of stickiness. My husband was on the chaise watching Cash Cab, and asked, what's wrong? "WHAT'S WRONG!! What did you do to the floor???!!!"
"I washed it" was the reply. - "WITH WHAT"??? - "The cleaner" - "WHAT CLEANER?" -
"What is your problem? You come home yelling and I worked all afternoon washing the floor for you." - "WITH WHAT DAMMIT?" - "What is your problem? How about a thank-you"...
This is when I started my search, under the sink etc. Also when he got up and now being mad at my negative response to his wonderous cleaning activity, and stated, "It's in the trash, I used the whole thing." - "WHAT THING" - I open the trash to see a large spray bottle of some foaming tile scrub liquid completely empty. Yes the entire "new" bottle for the outdoor shower was empty. and where was it? ALL OVER MY BEAUTIFUL WOOD FLOORS.
I asked, "Can't you feel this under your feet?" He's feeling a bit confused now, and said, "Well, now I do, I sat and waited for it to dry, this is the first I felt it." Okay, I'm tired and I look at him.... OMG.... I look at him... We all know the look. I state the fact.... "It's tile cleaner," (lowering my voice) - "oh, I didn't know" - " OMG, Thanks for nothing" (Oh, boy,,, I'm thankless now).
I go to the fridge to get my glass of wine I've been saving in the 1/4 full bottle for a few days, which is probably corked but who cares right? and that's gone! Someone from the "ghetto" came up the night before and helped themselves to it.
So, okay, are you feeling me? I start stomping (not really) but actually unsticking my feet as I walked around to access the damage. Yup, he did the first thorough job of his lifetime... Yup, he actually moved the furniture out onto the porch to really clean the floor. Are you kidding me????? "OMG!" - "What did you expect me to use to clean the floor?" - "HOT WATER! We have to get this off the floor NOW" (peeling my feet off the floor at that point) - "Do you want me to go get you some wine at the store and you can go out and relax and I'll re-mop with hot water to get it off?" - "FORGET THE WINE" - I go out to control myself..... I can't even look at it now... I hear him grabbing the mop and running the kitchen sink... 5 minutes later, he calls, "I've washed it off" -- I cool off and come back in, pretending none of this ever happened. Oh yeah, you guessed it... stick stick go my feet.... now it's even more smeared. I about hit top blood pressure trying not to say a thing. He went on and on from there about how I don't appreciate him and anything he does...sound familiar?? Now, what could I say? I opened my mouth, "If you want to live like this, I just don't care anymore, I won't mention all the other sticky surfaces in the house that I never bring up because I know your trying to do a cleaning job" (gone wrong), and put my OCD or ODC or whatever it's called that I'm thinking I have at this point aside.
So what if the toilet bowl inside is clean but, the sides look like a public restroom, so what if the kitchen counter looks clean but a continent of flies could live off it for months, so what if the lights are left on all night if I go to bed first, or that something on the floor is to be stepped over rather than picked up. Argh..... so what!? Today will have me spending a few hours on the floor. What used to be a simple hot water mop job for me is now more than I can imagine. Okay, if he had his own blog he could rant on me I'm sure, but he doesn't.
Enough for today, I feel better now, and need to get more coffee and empty out the room to start the process. I'll put on some good music, get in the zone of happiness and do the deed.
One last thing... On the bright, positive side, I'm sure the floor will be the cleanest it's ever been.
If the shine is still there!
Saturday, July 18, 2009
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ReplyDeleteI have a question. Why is it that men stop reading the big-ass labels on things when they decide to do you a favor? Why is it if you did something similar, like strip the paint off the car when you were washing it, or destroyed the pots and pans by washing them with hydrochloric acid, or left the collection of vinyl record albums out in the hot sun all weekend, you know you would never hear the end of how stupid you are.
Women are not born with a house-cleaning gene, we learn, and we don't need men to make a mess to give us something to do. If they screw it up, then they should be the ones to make it right. Just like they'd expect us to.
It's basic respect for others, isn't it?? I was spoiled by two men who actually did help out, and didn't need to be asked (nevermind told). But they are the exceptions. And that's why I'll never be in another "relationship". I'd rather die alone and be eaten by my cats.
I hate VISTA... I just posted an extra long comment only to have it vanish in thin air.
ReplyDeleteI tried to calm myself by telling you that what I posted was not the half of it. That after I spent hours on my hands and knees scrubbing the gunk off the floor (still not finished) He admitted to the next day taking a mop and glow product and placing that over his error to see if it would make the blotchy, non-shine, rough surface and smooth it out and make it all good again. Oh yes he did!!!!! OMG... I was soaked with sweat, and smelled like a feral cat for cripes sakes!! and said, I can't believe how bad this is and how hard it is to get this shit off!!! It should just be cloudy, soapy and hard to wash off but not this sealed type of problem..... That's when he told me. Oh yeah... and that' when I told him, he best beware of me doing his laundry and using a product that don't bother to read a label of.
ReplyDeleteI'll post tomorrow what the moral to this story is. and WHY, I can't keep up with world politics along with more than 80 percent of this nation of ours. We've all too busy cleaning up our own sticky mess's and get so pissed off when politics are about hikes up the Appalation Trail, or trips to Brazil, and elected officials quitting due to personal bullshit. HELLO. And yes, the Jackson thing is out of hand. And yes, this floor incident is only a tiny bit of what I'm dealing with right now. But, everyone makes mistakes, and by me blowing it up won't make it better. It could have been me... and for goodness sakes, next time I want to clean house or do some work around here, you can bet i'll have had a few martini's in me, cuz, hey, it's only cleaning!!
"Let my cats eat me" asd;lfkjasl;kfdja;lsdfkj
ReplyDeleteI know women just as bad as men. I"m not saying this is a gender issue, just what is happening to this world. Recycle Reuse isn't what alot of folks are doing right now. Put what you will eat on your plate and eat it, rather than hoard a huge plate and throw out the scraps. It's not a new concept. There are so many things to be aware of, and people are caring less and less. And yes, I'll admit that I've been called a scrounge because I take others "thrown out" stuff. What ever, I live in the maniac mansion and have second hand decor. SO WHAT, that doesn't mean I love it less and take care of it less.
I had a dream the other night that I had ants that kept my counters clean, and it didn't bother me. I woke up wondering if I'd ever find my mind again.
Oh, I agree, it isn't a gender issue. Like I said, it's a respect issue. If I take something of yours without asking, perhaps I should consider replacing it, or at least returning it in the same condition it was in when I 'borrowed' it. Better still, wtf do I think I am to just help myself? Should I assume that because something doesn't bother me, it won't bother you? Should you be expected to live by MY rules? I think not. Simple respect.
ReplyDeletePoliticians clearly respect nobody but themselves. I want to bitchslap every jerk who whines about "Socialist medicine" and isn't willing to give up the lifetime benefits they have at the taxpayers' expense. Hypocrites. How about we have term limits, then when the asswipes are out of office, take away their bennies and let them have to scrape for a job with health care, just like the rest of us. Let's see them piss and moan about socialized medicine when it's THEIR sick children on the block.
And now I'll go catch my breath and have a glass of wine, prepare to be cat food, and toast to you!