Damn, I think we have graduated to full fledeged solbs over her at Casa McBride. The rules we wrote up have been disregarded. Not anymore. After hour 2 of doing dishes and cleaning, we can’t let this happen anymore.
I think its the hours that we work. We don’t really feel like cooking so there for we go and grab something fast. The days we do feel like cooking, we just don’t have the energy to clean up after ourselves. Once again this has to stop. I hate hate hate walking around the piles of garbage to go to the bathroom or to the bedroom. It has to stop.
When we get our income tax back, I’m gonna by moms (off topic, must get in the habit of calling Robin mom.) dishwasher, and beg Brian to drive it over here. I’d like in the future to actuall have people overhere for dinner for a holiday or something, but if someone was to knock on the door right now, I just could not let them in. Its embarrasing.
The next topic. Next Saturday I HAVE to do laundry. Period. We’re out of clean socks, and I have been wearing the same pants to work for like 2 weeks now. Granted Fabreeze is a godsend, I have to get on a schedule of doing laundry twice a month, that way I don’t have to spend 5 hours at the laundrymat sitting with my thumb up my ass watching 5 washers going.
Its gonna take work, but I don’t want us to be slobs anymore. *sigh*
I feel bad that I couldn’t afford to get Crystal anything for her birthday. I mena, she’s gonna get something on thursday, but her freakin birthday was yesturday. All I got her was a card. I don’t even thing she had a good birthday night. I had plans. Plans. But with us being sickly and tired, we just went to bed. Snuggling is great but I wanted to do more. If you know what I mean.
SO I am gonna clean the kitchen, the living room (both desks are clean now.), and hopefully the bathroom, and all Crystal has to do tomorrow is clean the bedroom and great it ready for the new bed that I am buying hopefully on Thursday.
So yeah, its the end of Eddie’s break, I gotta go back to cleaning, and make something for dinner.
Cleaning The Fucking Kitchen