Monologues of the Dating Divorcee Working Mother
(aka: The Life of a
Since I am trying very hard to stay on top of chores, I went to sleep extraordinarily late last night.
With the holiday, Emry had to make up a Karate class, which means that we didn't step in the door until 6:30p. Dinner had to be made/eaten, and a bath was a necessity.
After that was said and done with, we are looking at about 8p.
Then the fun began...
Laundry to be done,
a box or two to be unpacked.
Tidying in the kitchen.
Tell me something, for the men-folk reading out there,
WHAT IS THE DEAL ABOUT NOT CLEANING UP AFTER YOURSELF IN THE FREAKING KITCHEN?
You take something out, you put it away... Right?
If something is empty... Clean out the container (if necessary) and throw it in the appropriate receptacle.... Is this rocket science...
And what burns my butt the most about the above thought.
We ran out of Jelly in the Refrigerator... My dad doesn't think to look in the pantry where there are 2 unopened jars... SO he leaves the empty... STICKY... jar right on the granite counters.
And when I asked what we were doing with this.. THING...
He said: (and I am not joking)
"There is no whiteboard, so I couldn't write down that we needed Jelly, so I left it on the counter for you to see...."
I swear I almost flew across the kitchen, dining room, and living room just to cold clock him.
I blinked a few bazillion times... and then stated we had Jelly.
Then he says we are out of mustard... which I produce within 10 seconds.
How about we look through our kitchen? Hmmm???????
So, then, I am cleaning the kitchen, because lord know that it is impossible for the men-folk to clean crumbs off a counter top!
I was able to take a bath though. This was greatly needed and appreciated. I have been so stinking sore recently... That if I do not actually submerge myself in hot water, I fear that I will not be able to physically move the next day.
I got in the bath around 930p...
It's a wonder I didn't just fall asleep in there.
There was still actual exercise to be done... I am trying to remain on the road to a healthy lifestyle. Regardless of how sore I am.
So, while the bath was running, I did some situps...
I convinced myself that I would have time in the morning to do a few extra things, so after the bath, I collapsed in front of the TV with Klay... who had been basically sitting there since we got home.
He's tired too...
But, I think I move and move and move until I drop...
Because I am not comfortable living in boxes...
People are different...
that has to be okay right now.
So, all things considered, I guess living without the chore board is okay.. for now...
I am 3 pounds away from my goal weight... which is pretty spectacular..
And, we have a lot of nonsense to do this weekend, so I am certain it will be easy to shed it...
I guess I should start working.
I guess I should...