I’m in bitch mode. Don’t say you weren’t warned.
So yesterday didn’t go off like it was supposed to and I didn’t do the laundry. I decided to wait and do my 4 loads of laundry today. This morning, I go to check the dryer, and guess what I found. A stinky load of towels and tarps and crap from my husband’s car. Noticed I said stinky. Want to know why it was stinky? Because the All packet he threw in the load didn’t fully dissolve and he put it in the dryer with the stinky clothes that didn’t get clean. I don’t know who to be mad at… him or All. For the sake of this conversation, I am choosing him.
I pull out the stinky crap from my now stinky, soap filled dryer and commence to cleaning out the dryer. On my hands and knees, scrubbing, praying, and mumbling under my breath. Lets just say, eww. It was filthy. I am hoping it was that dirty because he put that dirty crap in it. I hope that it is completely clean, because in goes the first load of laundry… starting to think I should have wet some white towels and thrown them in there first. Guess we will see soon enough how they come out. Cross your fingers please.
I left a mess in the kitchen for two days to see if my husband, you know the man who decided to cook chicken wings, would go in and clean up his mess. By this morning, that mess had my skin crawling, I couldn’t take it anymore. I cleaned it. I also swept what felt like cornmeal under my feet off of the floor. How is it that I live with 2 other people and no one is capable of vacuuming a damn floor? Hell, how about sweeping the kitchen floor once in a while people. Well, I have officially done all of the downstairs floors for the week. What needed to be swept was swept. What needed to be vacuumed was vacuumed. What needed to be steamed was steamed.
The 2 days that the kitchen didn’t get cleaned, coincidentally enough, were also the 2 days that the dishwasher didn’t get emptied. (insert eye roll here)
I get it. I am a housewife. However, I am also a woman who would like to spend her days doing something other than scrubbing. As much as I hate online school, I do have chapters to read, essays to edit, quizzes to study for. Ya know? I try not to be bitchy because my husband could be all, ‘get a job’!! Something he has never said. But damn I get tired of playing chauffeur, maid, butler, chef, tech support, and student. All the while getting the respect of an unpaid intern.
Even the cat yelled at me this morning demanding her breakfast. I haven’t seen that heffa since.
I need a vacation.