I had last night off but had to stay awake,alone, to keep my schedule. I spent it doing laundry, reading and trapping mice. Up to 6, adult and babies. So pissed at DH for putting this off for so long.
Post by orangeblossom on Nov 1, 2015 9:32:00 GMT -5
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
You're not the only one. Clothes only get folded here b/c we need a laundry basket freed up.
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
You're not the only one. Clothes only get folded here b/c we need a laundry basket freed up.
My kind of woman! In college, I had a dirty clothes laundry bag, and a clean clothes laundry bag.
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
You're not the only one. Clothes only get folded here b/c we need a laundry basket freed up.
Ours only gets folded when I want the housekeeper to vacuum the couch or we need to use the sleeper in the office.
Somehow in the 3 minutes she wasn't chasing my kids around last night my mom ended up folding the current pile. Score.
I have these friends. I've been to their place a few times, always for book club. It's always been messy. Dirty. Dog hair and just not looking like anyone has dusted in months. But it was always just book club so we sat in the living room for 90 minutes and drank wine and ate chips, and I never went into the kitchen or anything and could just minimize what I touched. And really, I didn't really expect anything immaculate for four people on a Wednesday night, KWIM?
Well book club fizzled and I had not been to her place in a long time, maybe a couple years. We still hang out all the time, just not there.
Yesterday they had a Halloween party. They have a new baby, so I knew it wasn't going to be immaculate, but I also figured that the place would have been cleaner than the last time I was there.
The place was DISGUSTING. Worse than two years ago. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. Stuff was all over the kitchen counter and surfaces. The place smelled really musty and like dogs (they have two black labs in a one bedroom apartment). It was not just dirty but downright filthy.
At one point, someone came over and picked up a bottle of champagne that was on the counter and tried to pour it in their glass. One of them said, "oh that's empty, that's what we drank when the baby was born."
Their baby is eight weeks old. That bottle had been on that counter for eight fucking weeks. So who knows when the last time that counter had even been wiped off.
There were at least a dozen bottles crowded on that kitchen counter. Some had clearly just been put out for party guests and others were empty so who knows how long they've been sitting there. Maybe even longer than eight weeks. Also on the counter was this jug of stuff, apparently a friend works for a luxury bath product company and got them bulk organic baby shampoo, and that had also been there for weeks. They had food out on that counter for guests to eat.
I did not drive myself there, so I was trapped there for two fucking hours. I only drank the wine I brought that I poured into a disposable cup, and ate some crackers fresh out of a box.
I can never go back there. And I don't even know what to think about the baby there.
I have these friends. I've been to their place a few times, always for book club. It's always been messy. Dirty. Dog hair and just not looking like anyone has dusted in months. But it was always just book club so we sat in the living room for 90 minutes and drank wine and ate chips, and I never went into the kitchen or anything and could just minimize what I touched. And really, I didn't really expect anything immaculate for four people on a Wednesday night, KWIM?
Well book club fizzled and I had not been to her place in a long time, maybe a couple years. We still hang out all the time, just not there.
Yesterday they had a Halloween party. They have a new baby, so I knew it wasn't going to be immaculate, but I also figured that the place would have been cleaner than the last time I was there.
The place was DISGUSTING. Worse than two years ago. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. Stuff was all over the kitchen counter and surfaces. The place smelled really musty and like dogs (they have two black labs in a one bedroom apartment). It was not just dirty but downright filthy.
At one point, someone came over and picked up a bottle of champagne that was on the counter and tried to pour it in their glass. One of them said, "oh that's empty, that's what we drank when the baby was born."
Their baby is eight weeks old. That bottle had been on that counter for eight fucking weeks. So who knows when the last time that counter had even been wiped off.
There were at least a dozen bottles crowded on that kitchen counter. Some had clearly just been put out for party guests and others were empty so who knows how long they've been sitting there. Maybe even longer than eight weeks. Also on the counter was this jug of stuff, apparently a friend works for a luxury bath product company and got them bulk organic baby shampoo, and that had also been there for weeks. They had food out on that counter for guests to eat.
I did not drive myself there, so I was trapped there for two fucking hours. I only drank the wine I brought that I poured into a disposable cup, and ate some crackers fresh out of a box.
I can never go back there. And I don't even know what to think about the baby there.
Oh...that's...ummm, there's got to be a reality show somewhere you could nominate them for? ::gags::
I have these friends. I've been to their place a few times, always for book club. It's always been messy. Dirty. Dog hair and just not looking like anyone has dusted in months. But it was always just book club so we sat in the living room for 90 minutes and drank wine and ate chips, and I never went into the kitchen or anything and could just minimize what I touched. And really, I didn't really expect anything immaculate for four people on a Wednesday night, KWIM?
Well book club fizzled and I had not been to her place in a long time, maybe a couple years. We still hang out all the time, just not there.
Yesterday they had a Halloween party. They have a new baby, so I knew it wasn't going to be immaculate, but I also figured that the place would have been cleaner than the last time I was there.
The place was DISGUSTING. Worse than two years ago. Dirty dishes were piled in the sink. Stuff was all over the kitchen counter and surfaces. The place smelled really musty and like dogs (they have two black labs in a one bedroom apartment). It was not just dirty but downright filthy.
At one point, someone came over and picked up a bottle of champagne that was on the counter and tried to pour it in their glass. One of them said, "oh that's empty, that's what we drank when the baby was born."
Their baby is eight weeks old. That bottle had been on that counter for eight fucking weeks. So who knows when the last time that counter had even been wiped off.
There were at least a dozen bottles crowded on that kitchen counter. Some had clearly just been put out for party guests and others were empty so who knows how long they've been sitting there. Maybe even longer than eight weeks. Also on the counter was this jug of stuff, apparently a friend works for a luxury bath product company and got them bulk organic baby shampoo, and that had also been there for weeks. They had food out on that counter for guests to eat.
I did not drive myself there, so I was trapped there for two fucking hours. I only drank the wine I brought that I poured into a disposable cup, and ate some crackers fresh out of a box.
I can never go back there. And I don't even know what to think about the baby there.
Whenever people talk about gross houses I'm always all "aw man. I'm that guy."
But this time I'm not that guy! I clear and wipe my counters for guests! I mean I wipe my counter for me too., but random things linger on my non work areas often.
I am not a neat freak. But I have no tolerance for dirty kitchen counters. I will admit to having gone eight weeks (or more) without dusting or wiping certain surfaces. But not one that I serve food on!!
She was saying now that they have the kid, they will probably be inviting people over more often since it will be easier than going out. She asked me if I wanted to come over for Thanksgiving. Fortunately we will be out of town but I'm going to have to figure out how to decline in the future.
I also just realized for the first time that they don't have a normal dinner table. In the space in the kitchen where a table goes, there was a desk piled up with clutter. So I guess they eat all their meals on a couch where the dogs sleep all day.
I'm, in general, not a neat person, but I at least panic company clean before people come over to the house.
This is us.
Also a big reason we have the housekeeper is it at least forces us to clear surfaces every two weeks. I cannot comment on how long an empty bottle may sit if we had no company and no housekeeper.
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
You're not the only one. Clothes only get folded here b/c we need a laundry basket freed up.
I love it because it's an excuse to sit in front of trashy TV
Does anybody else hate folding clothes, and then ends up with a ridiculous amount of clothes to fold at once, and promising yourself you won't do this again. No, just me?
I hate folding clothes, and just wasted so much time doing just that. Why do I do this to myself? Tell me I'm not the only one.
DH. At least I can watch tv or something while I do it so I'm ok. Since it gets him to do the dishes instead, we've reached a mutually beneficial agreement.
I just had what could have been a rather negative experience turn rather positive at work. I stopped someone doing something potentially unsafe (very low threshold here). I got a response that was just short of " we got this little lady", but surrounded by the right buzzwords. Their management saw the end of the encounter and followed up. Resulted in a fact finding meeting in which my concerns were validated and I ended up with positive feedback from my and other management. And no one got hurt. I was nervous because my acting manager is known for giving people time off without pay and I wasn't sure this warranted that.
And my new favorite phrase here: "We're splitting atoms, not making Roundup" instead of the more typical comparison to something like baking cupcakes. (Monsanto's Roundup plant is down the road so our craft type could mid go there if they don't like our standard. )
I had last night off but had to stay awake,alone, to keep my schedule. I spent it doing laundry, reading and trapping mice. Up to 6, adult and babies. So pissed at DH for putting this off for so long.
FYI, Black Flag brand sucks. Tom Cat is awesome.
So, did you see the TomCat commercials where they give examples on what to do with all your taxidermied dead mice? Have fun. www.youtube.com/watch?v=BzHFoP3C2EU
Fairy tales do not tell children the dragons exist. Children already know that dragons exist. Fairy tales tell children the dragons can be killed. - G. K. Chesterton
I haaaaattttttteee all thing cleaning. Says the girl up to her eyeballs in scrubbing. Mom comes next Saturday. My house isn't going to be ready.
Lol that it takes a week to clean for your mom. It takes me a week, too. Every time she's here she finds something new that's dirty. "Oh, I wiped all the spilled laundry soap off your washer!" :::adds to list for next time::: "there were smudges on your picture frames so I windexed them!" :::adds to list::: "the bush out front was hanging out too far, so I pruned it for you!" :::adds to DH's list:::
I had last night off but had to stay awake,alone, to keep my schedule. I spent it doing laundry, reading and trapping mice. Up to 6, adult and babies. So pissed at DH for putting this off for so long.
FYI, Black Flag brand sucks. Tom Cat is awesome.
So, did you see the TomCat commercials where they give examples on what to do with all your taxidermied dead mice? Have fun.