One story occurred last night - I was BEAT, it was a LONG day between test, work and the like I had had it... I cooked dinner because in the midst of the day I forgot to turn the crock pot on... almost forgot to do it today! But I did remember...
So, last night, I am sitting on the couch, nodding off, waking, nodding off and Bubba - darling supportive Bubba - who was raised by the original OCD neat freak, spots a clump of dirt on the carpet near the door where the dogs come in and out. Big surprise.
He says to me in my twilight state of semi-awake-ness .. "what is that?" "Idunno" "Shouldn't you deal with it?" Yep - you betcha I jumped right up and 'dealt with it". I fell back asleep... only to wake to have Bubba letting the dogs out, wetting a scrub brush to effectively scrub in the dirt into the carpet, THEN get a cleaning rag and really rub it in, THEN get carpet cleaner to make sure it was soapy and dirty and rubbed in. I looked at him like 'you idiot' but merely mumbled "all you had to do was pick it up". Big mistake.
Remember our tantrums of Sunday? Oh yeah - back again to the tune of "If I had gotten up and dealt with it - he wouldn't have to - bla bla bla" I was tired and really disinterested, however I did enjoy the comic relief of scrubbing into the carpet a clump of dirt one could have picked up with their fingers or a piece of TP. But NO - the boy raised by the woman who (to me) does nothing all day but watch Regis and Kelly and clean her house - I can't imagine what she was like when she had small children - well actually I can - I live with the aftermath. We had to scrub it to the bare fibers of the carpet then grump when the obvious was pointed out to said son-of-neat-freak.
We don't let him near cleaning tools very often for this reason - a job that should take ANYONE else on the planet 10 minutes Bubba? At least 40 - longer if he thinks he's doing a better job than you. Have at it honey I'll be done here doing the rest of the house.
Did I ever tell the tale of leaving Bubba home alone for a long Saturday and he discovered that bleach can remove mildew stains from your walls and shower? We had a problem above the shower we most use, I can't reach it and neither could the gal who cleans my house. I lived with, sprayed chemicals every now and again but worried about the paint... Bubba with a day to himself and Internet know how decided to take my FULL bottle of bleach, a COLORED wash cloth and went into the small shower and started to scrub. Did he remove his Black and Gold sweat shirt and put on a cruddy t-shirt he didn't care about - of course not. Did he look for cleaning rags or something not used on our bodies, or with a color other than white to rub said bleach on the walls? Did he grab the dogie towels to mop up his mess and not one of my hand towels also not white when he was finished? That would be a big-ol NOPE boys and girls.
I came home to several questions---first, did I know that bleach works on mildew stains? And how attached are to you those purple towels - and can you wash this out?
Now put yourself in my shoes, dealing with teenage girls all day you come home to the above three questions, would you immediately respond or would your brain lock in on the words, bleach, purple, and wash out? Exactly. After a moment of processing, I went into the laundry room and there it sat evidence that the man I married needs to be closely watched or given only sanctioned, supervised activities less we come home to...
1 purple dishcloth with large blotches of color gone
1 purple (monogrammed) hand towel with the same affliction
1 black and gold Steeler sweatshirt also with large splotches of grey and white
in a pile on top of the washing machine, soaking new spots of undiluted chlorine bleach onto each other...
I do believe my response was - you're a dork. How purple are my walls?
They weren't they were clean, I washed those articles along with HIS underwear that way if there was some purple/black/gold mishmash post bleaching he'd have funky underpants not me.
Of course every time he wears that splochy sweatshirt around the house I am reminded to hide the chemicals when I leave town... (crap something else to do tonight) ... and that my husband is a complete dork (when it comes to things inside his home). Reference that post about his home being like a hotel - things just magically happen in Bubba-land, like laundry, dishes and meals.
Final one thought on something I witnessed on the elevator today... a large man gets on the elevator he's got a Mohawk hair cut... the sides of his head were basically shaved to about 1/4 of an inch long, then a Mohawk about 1/2 inch long, now on a large round head with ripples of chubby is so NOT the look you want to be sporting Skippy - and the cherry on the sundae of this look? He had his sunglasses (not cool ones) Amber ones, balanced on the BACK of his head upside down. Dude - seriously, one Target is a 2 minute walk get some black sunglasses, two, did you lose a bet with that hair cut? and lastly having dork sunglasses on the back of that head is really not a look you can carry off... trust me.
That boys and girls are the lessons for today: chlorine bleach takes the color out of your clothes and towels, and Mohawks and amber sunglasses on chubby men don't work.
Take those to the bank.
I will also warn you traveling and working this weekend may not have the time or brain power to post anything besides babbling. I'll save any good flying stories for Monday. Or who knows Bubba could always get industrious again... please god no.
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