2005-10-30 - 4:22 p.m.
I am Evil Wife today. I think it has to do with the state of order (or lack thereof) in our house.
The place is filthy. I feel like we're a step away from How Clean is Your House , but in reality, that's not so.
The basement is vile. When we got married, Husband essentially took all the stuff from his two bedroom house and put it in the basement.
The man is a Trek fan. He has magazines and Christmas ornaments, and god knows what else. To me, it's all useless stuff that should be pitched or sold on ebay. He doesn't see it that way. The basement has potential to be....a halfway decent place to send Husband to watch tv. (hey, the house is 80 years old....they didn't think of basements as anything more than glorified coal bins back then.)
Second large bedroom, aka "guestroom". Can't see the bed for all the crap on it. This is also where Husband keeps his clothes. It's bad, in part because of our project with the small bedroom....all of THAT crap needed a place to go.
Which brings us to the little bedroom. We finally bought a futon last night, which we will bring home some time this week. So we'll turn that into a nice little den area, where we can host an overnight guest if need be. But right now, it's a mess too.
Husband and I almost got into it in the futon store last night. "I thought we were going to use this room for storage". Yeah. That's why I spent a kajillion hours painting it. So it could be a big closet.
His complete lack of any aesthetic sensibility makes me crazy sometimes. We got snippy over the trash cans. We have a TINY back yard. I DON'T want the trash and recycling sitting out as the major focal point of said yard. "Everyone has trash cans, what's the big deal". "They are ugly and make our house look like hillbilly heaven".
He doesn't get it. He's all about the practical.
He also doesn't get that putting crap in piles isn't "cleaning".
Bless his heart.
I just feel overwhelmed by it all. I mean, if either set of parents were to show up right now, I'd freak. And I don't care what century we are in, the condition of the house is still a reflection of the woman.
I'm feeling just completely inadequate. I can't keep things clean. I can't tell you the last time I cooked dinner....and it ain't going to happen tonight or tomorrow, and Tuesday is iffy. AAAAHHHG. It's like life is speeding out of my control.
So. The accomplishment list for today:
Bathroom cleaned...tub, toilet, sink, mirror.
Kitchen cleaned. Sink is SPARKLING. counters clean. Stove wiped clean.
Dining table cleaned off. Living room dusted. Two loads of laundry done.
Drop. In. The. Bucket.
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