...so what really happened?
Unbeknownst to my roommate, we're having a standoff. Over household chores.
Who out there has rules? I have rules. I like rules. Sure, most days I can barely keep the train from flying off the tracks and I like to fly by the seat of my pants...but really, I like rules. I like to know what's expected from me. I like to know what to expect out of people. I like know their rules- not a morning person? GREAT! I won't bother you before noon. You like to feel like you're in charge? SURE! I'll stroke your ego a bit and make you think my idea was your idea (but only when it doesn't really matter) so long as it keeps the peace and YOU out of MY hair.
Some examples:
On the nights my roommate cooks dinner, he's exempt from doing dishes.
If a majority of the laundry is mine from sweating and stinkin' the place up after I go on my lunchtime run, I take it upon myself to relieve my roommate of the laundry duties.
I beg my sister to bring over cupcakes for weeks- so when she does, I make sure to clean and return the ENORMOUSLY over sized cupcake container in which they were delivered because of the amount of space the damn thing takes up on our already small counter tops.
You get the idea.
This morning...our rules (well, I guess my rules. They aren't OUR rules if they aren't common knowledge. Pffft.) were not followed and I was greeted by a PACK, seriously a pack of ants in my food speck-filled sink. Grrrrr-oss.
The good news? I recalled the news report recently discussing green ways to keep a clean house and white vinegar doubles as an ant killer AND counter top cleaner. Awesome.
The bad news? I was running late for work, Madge was there trying to sweep cat tumble weed up (it embarrasses me to have my mother do my chores...when she's watching my son...for FREE), a load of laundry was waiting to be put in the dryer (which, eh, HEY ROOMIE- bring that ish upstairs on your way in, would ya?), bottles being steamed in the microwave, the dishwasher running AGAIN and all the while, I was running around the house in my bathrobe searching for all of my personal affects when it hit me! I left them at work.
The day is looking up, though. Since I was running late, I wasn't able to enjoy my normal single egg and toast concoction and settled for some cold spaget with homemade sauce from the farm share the other day. (Wait, it gets better) AND I didn't even get any sauce on my WHITE shirt. The Gods are smiling on me...and I may not murder my roommate after all.
Besides- we worked it out over GChat anyway.
I heart the 2000s.
Please stay tuned for a certain someone's 3 month old birthday blog. I didn't want to foul the post up with my ferocity. (Double word score!!)
Unbeknownst to my roommate, we're having a standoff. Over household chores.
Who out there has rules? I have rules. I like rules. Sure, most days I can barely keep the train from flying off the tracks and I like to fly by the seat of my pants...but really, I like rules. I like to know what's expected from me. I like to know what to expect out of people. I like know their rules- not a morning person? GREAT! I won't bother you before noon. You like to feel like you're in charge? SURE! I'll stroke your ego a bit and make you think my idea was your idea (but only when it doesn't really matter) so long as it keeps the peace and YOU out of MY hair.
Some examples:
On the nights my roommate cooks dinner, he's exempt from doing dishes.
If a majority of the laundry is mine from sweating and stinkin' the place up after I go on my lunchtime run, I take it upon myself to relieve my roommate of the laundry duties.
I beg my sister to bring over cupcakes for weeks- so when she does, I make sure to clean and return the ENORMOUSLY over sized cupcake container in which they were delivered because of the amount of space the damn thing takes up on our already small counter tops.
You get the idea.
This morning...our rules (well, I guess my rules. They aren't OUR rules if they aren't common knowledge. Pffft.) were not followed and I was greeted by a PACK, seriously a pack of ants in my food speck-filled sink. Grrrrr-oss.
The good news? I recalled the news report recently discussing green ways to keep a clean house and white vinegar doubles as an ant killer AND counter top cleaner. Awesome.
The bad news? I was running late for work, Madge was there trying to sweep cat tumble weed up (it embarrasses me to have my mother do my chores...when she's watching my son...for FREE), a load of laundry was waiting to be put in the dryer (which, eh, HEY ROOMIE- bring that ish upstairs on your way in, would ya?), bottles being steamed in the microwave, the dishwasher running AGAIN and all the while, I was running around the house in my bathrobe searching for all of my personal affects when it hit me! I left them at work.
The day is looking up, though. Since I was running late, I wasn't able to enjoy my normal single egg and toast concoction and settled for some cold spaget with homemade sauce from the farm share the other day. (Wait, it gets better) AND I didn't even get any sauce on my WHITE shirt. The Gods are smiling on me...and I may not murder my roommate after all.
Besides- we worked it out over GChat anyway.
I heart the 2000s.
Please stay tuned for a certain someone's 3 month old birthday blog. I didn't want to foul the post up with my ferocity. (Double word score!!)
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