Jayne ,'The Message'
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You guys are making me feel guilty. I better go wash the dishes.
The SO & I have differing levels of kitchen cleanliness, and he's the one who breaks first. And I always feel bad about it. And it's pretty messy since he's had strep. But I got everything done but the recyclables today. So if I finish the recyclables and then today's dishes (not too much, as I used the grill) I should be in good shape. Plus I need to go work on the bedroom since he'll be back in it tomorrow night.
I put the greasy nasty skillet in my housemate's bed. With his beag-lab.
It was messy. It got the point across.
I have no tolerance for that kinda shit. That wasn't the first or the last. Now I live alone.
Oh, dude, I have a large metal bowl of dirty dishes soaking in the sink right now. I am not perfect. I am, however, living alone at the moment.
Dh is better at cleaning the kitchen. He standards are higher than mine. However, I clean it more often ...
Oh, the dishes... the dishes... I think marital bliss requires that I try not to participate too vociferally in this discussion.
My childhood training was that whoever cooked dinner was let off from dish duty. My married life hasn't quite fit that pattern.
My childhood training was that whoever cooked dinner was let off from dish duty.
Right? Isn't that how it's supposed to work? The SO has taken to cooking more often now that we're in this house with the awesome kitchen. And I'm happy to clean up after him. But part of the problem is with our personalities, because he's a clean cook and I'm a messy one. He washes each pot during cooking, so by the time you finish eating, the only dishes are the eating and serving dishes. I, on the other hand, enter the kitchen, there is a great cloud of ingredients possibly including flour on multiple surfaces, and from the cloud emerges food. And then I clean everything up. But, you know, later. This is a conflict for us. So it's not a fair distribution of labor if one cooks and one cleans.
My favorite was when three people cooked, used pretty much every cutting board, knife, grater and mixing bowl in the kitchen, and figured I'd do all the cleaning since I was the only one who didn't help cook.
hmm. Guess I'm still mad. I came in here to share a funny. Have you googled Recursion?
IUD Saga, part 836:
It was shipped and I have a tracking number. It is scheduled to get to the OB/GYN tomorrow. The OB/GYN's office closes at 3, so I am going to be obsessively refreshing the tracking until I know it's there. (Right now it's in Columbus, OH, so I am assuming it will make it, but at this point, I just don't want to assume any damn thing any more.)
In the event that anyone still needs one, I just got some Dreamwidth invite codes.
I got my new bike and just went for a ride around the block. Fun! However, do bikes now not have kickstands? I had to lean it against the wall when I got home. Also, I can't go more than about two blocks in any direction without hitting some ridiculously steep hills. I think I'm going to get a bike rack for my car so that I can drive to a park with a bike path.