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Well. So, today I finished some cleaning we’d started over the weekend. Got everything, and I mean everything, off of the kitchen floor. Swept, the whole floor, twice. Went around with a kettle of boiling water, some soap, and a scrub brush, and did all the edges by the walls and all the bits that had ground-in dirt. Then wiped the floor clean. Then used a mop and soapy water. Then used the floor steamer. When I was done, the floor was… faintly grungy, and looked just like it had before, but if you walk on it with bare feet you don’t get stuff stuck to your feet. So. There’s that.
That took hours and left me desperately filthy and grungy, so I took a shower, and then I dressed in a floor-length black lace dress and a midcalf fringed cut-velvet shawl and some striped thigh highs and I wrote a letter and looked at the Internet for a little while, and then I took a nap and my cat slept on my face and was very cute. So that was pleasant.
And then I went to make dinner, and in the midst of it, I tried to get out a Tupperware, and the drawer jammed because Z stacks them until the drawer can’t be opened, and in a screaming rage I yanked the entire thing out of the cabinet and threw it across the room, strewing Tupperware across the clean floor. Fortunately, the floor was clean, so after I finished making dinner, I threw away all but a couple of pieces of Tupperware, put the drawer back together, and left it there. Because fuck all of that, and if he’s too fucking stupid to not stack them so that the drawer can’t be used, well then we can’t own them, so we don’t anymore. Most of them were garbage anyway.
After that, I have actual sore muscles in my neck and shoulders and arms so I have no idea how hard I threw that drawer or what I did to myself, but I didn’t hurt anybody else so that’s fine. Clearly, I’m doing extremely well in all this.
But, the kitchen’s clean for the first time in about a decade (I gave up on mopping the floor or really even sweeping it after being the only one to do it for about a decade, and guess what, I was the only one who cared, so) and the Tupperware drawer shuts now on the first try, so.
Sigh.
Well. So, today I finished some cleaning we’d started over the weekend. Got everything, and I mean everything, off of the kitchen floor. Swept, the whole floor, twice. Went around with a kettle of boiling water, some soap, and a scrub brush, and did all the edges by the walls and all the bits that had ground-in dirt. Then wiped the floor clean. Then used a mop and soapy water. Then used the floor steamer. When I was done, the floor was… faintly grungy, and looked just like it had before, but if you walk on it with bare feet you don’t get stuff stuck to your feet. So. There’s that.
That took hours and left me desperately filthy and grungy, so I took a shower, and then I dressed in a floor-length black lace dress and a midcalf fringed cut-velvet shawl and some striped thigh highs and I wrote a letter and looked at the Internet for a little while, and then I took a nap and my cat slept on my face and was very cute. So that was pleasant.
And then I went to make dinner, and in the midst of it, I tried to get out a Tupperware, and the drawer jammed because Z stacks them until the drawer can’t be opened, and in a screaming rage I yanked the entire thing out of the cabinet and threw it across the room, strewing Tupperware across the clean floor. Fortunately, the floor was clean, so after I finished making dinner, I threw away all but a couple of pieces of Tupperware, put the drawer back together, and left it there. Because fuck all of that, and if he’s too fucking stupid to not stack them so that the drawer can’t be used, well then we can’t own them, so we don’t anymore. Most of them were garbage anyway.
After that, I have actual sore muscles in my neck and shoulders and arms so I have no idea how hard I threw that drawer or what I did to myself, but I didn’t hurt anybody else so that’s fine. Clearly, I’m doing extremely well in all this.
But, the kitchen’s clean for the first time in about a decade (I gave up on mopping the floor or really even sweeping it after being the only one to do it for about a decade, and guess what, I was the only one who cared, so) and the Tupperware drawer shuts now on the first try, so.
Sigh.
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Date: 2020-03-24 12:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2020-03-24 04:22 am (UTC)I live alone, which means that I am both the one stacking the cabinet so full of Tupperware that it falls over when you try to edge a newly clean piece in/the one not mopping the floor for three months, and the one yelling while flinging Tupperware into the recycling bin/the one growling about how gritty the floor is and wishing I didn't go through three pairs of socks in a day. (Apply the same dichotomy to not doing the laundry for two weeks/snarling about not having any clothes to wear, not wanting to clean the kitchen so I can cook/sighing about how there's nothing to eat in the house, etc.)
It's tough! And that's with only one person in the centre of the effort-blame balance.