The Bathroom

This is why boys are not to be trusted to clean the bathroom.

After a long day at work (not actually that long but when you're working with kids and idiotic management, the hours can suck all of your energy out) I come home to laundry that has not been put away, and a bathroom in need of some scrubbing bubbles. "Don't worry about it, I'll clean it," he says. "No, I like cleaning it," I reply. Wait, who really likes cleaning the bathroom? "I do it better anyway," I add. "Just wait until later or tomorrow. I'm going to take a shower as soon as I come home from the gym anyway," he says. "I have to work early and I'm not spending my Friday night cleaning the bathroom, I will do it tonight," I reply.
So boy goes to the gym. And I sit in my chair in front of the TV watching Mtv's MADE. I think about playing video games. But MADE is so addicting. ENOUGH. Ew, there is a reason I don't even know what number channel Mtv is. These are hours of my life I will never get back. Let the cleaning begin.
Boy thinks the bathroom sink is also a kitchen so he leaves cups and bowls on the counter top even though we have counted the steps to the kitchen sink and have agreed that it is about 12 boy steps (my legs are shorter). I put the cups in the middle of the bedroom floor for him. Shaving cream goes in the shower, vitamins go in the cupboard, magazines that end up behind the toilet on a daily basis go in the media room.
I put the toilet bowl cleaner in the toilet and let it sit while I scrub the counter and sink. The Lysol toilet bowl cleaner really gets my stomach in a knot because it reminds me of the smell of Pepto.
When I place the toilet scrubby wand in the toilet the water turns GREEN. Boy has somehow managed to get poop all over the scrubber and in its little caddy. The more I scrub, the more flakes of poo are released into the toilet. The little puddle of water and shit in the caddy stares up at me.
HOW did this happen? And WHEN is he coming home from the gym? And just how long has the crap infested scrubber been sitting there next to the toilet? I poured toilet cleaner into the caddy and left the bathroom mid cleanup. Because if I had cleaned it up, he wouldn't have believed that he tried to unclog a giant turd with a scrubby. But he did. I promise. And this is why boys can't be in charge of cleaning the bathroom.

Wash It Away

sometimes i get so sad i think about going back to bad habits. but then i think of michelle and nawal and how dumb they sound sometimes and how desperate they are for attention. and i think back to simon and how absolutely pathetic she was. but i still want to. because i know that when we fight he is going to regret doing all these special things for me and now i feel like i am wasting his time and money and i dont deserve it.
its just that sometimes i get suspicious and sometimes i stumble upon it and sometimes he acts different and sometimes he has these "new ideas" that he just magically thinks of and then i know. and i'm not saying never do it, its bad. but there is the right time and place for that. and sometimes i could even be included.
and i think, really, i was gone for four hours and sometimes i dont want to and sometimes it bugs when you dont show me but tell me and expect fireworks, but it was my birthday and you couldn't wait?

Everyone Knows

I don't have any friends. This is sad but true.

I don't want to be like Louie. I'm nothing like Louie. Louie doesn't like to do anything. I like to do everything.

23 yr old girl seeking friend. Must be able to hold a conversation and have time to spend with me. No mood swings, no out of towners. Boys need not apply.

Things I Do

1. clean bathroom (tub/shower, toilet, sink) weekly
2. take out trash
3. weekly laundry
4. vacuum weekly
5. hang up towels and bathmat
6. take cups from bathroom to kitchen almost daily
7. make lunches everyday
8. dust tv, tv stand, bookcase
9. make dinner a few times a week

Rain or shine, sickness and health, post operation while taking vicodin. So who cares if I sleep until 11am because I'm up til 2am plus another hour because I get up at 5 and can't fall back asleep. All I ask is that you hang the clothes up or put them away and straighten things up mid week. You may work more than I do but you sit around just as much as I do. We had an agreement that I'd take care of the bathroom and laundry if you took care of the room and hung the laundry up.

food for my tummy.

SO. i'm at the grocery store. alone. because boy doesn't want to go and get suckered into paying. which is good because i generally buy less items and we save a fortune. i should have known that everyone and their mother goes to the grocery shopping on sundays. or rather mother and everyone she knows. the aisles are filled with mom and dad and multiple kids. crying babies. what is this, walmart? and of course, kids have to push the cart. and of course, they steer it right down the middle of the aisle. you should have a separate license for steering a shopping cart. seriously.
ANYWAY, i finish up in twice the amount of time it should have taken me since everyone wanted to get in my way. i pick a checkout with hardly any people in it and wait for the belt to move so i can put my items on it. its moving slower than any checkout ever should. i decide to cut the bagger a break and place my items on the belt as neatly as possible. cans first, by size, boxed items, stacked into very small pyramids, milk, water, sandwich items, veggies, bread, soda. i eye the candy. impulse buys. resist!
the belt comes to a halt. what. happened.
"credit or debit?" the cashier asks the guy in front of me.
"credit," he replies.
"can i see your ID?" she asks.
"oh. i must have left it in my car. i'll be right back.
WHAT THE HECK. first of all, you brought your wallet in with your credit card in that, where do you keep your ID? secondly, you'll be right back? where did you park, in the fire lane?
what choice do i have but to wait? the guy comes running back in a whole ETERNITY later with his ID. he apologizes to the cashier for making her wait. EXCUSE ME, the cashier gets paid by the hour, you're wasting MY time, not hers. if i had purchased ice cream it would have been drippy by then.
its my turn to check out and the bagger has left so i am to bag and cart my own groceries. and there is not "return cart here" slot in the parking lot. i push my cart back to the front of the store and pass by two teenage girl cart attendants. no, thank YOU. and thank you Albertson's - you are no longer my store.

might as well.

a friday night at the boyfriends house but he is not here. he is out at a friends. its not that i dont want him to hang out with friends, its that i dont want him to hang out with them on a friday night while i am stuck with nothing to do and no one to talk to. i have friends, yes, very few. but the two that still live here are doing typical friday night things such as... hanging out with their boyfriend or husband. go hang out with your friends on monday night when im at home because i have class in the morning, or saturday morning. i dont know. just not these friday and saturday nights. how about we all hang out?
so i am here writing this blog that i had started a year ago but deleted. everyone has a blog now so i'm going to jump on that wagon.