Sitting at the dinner table, my girls decide it’s time to set me straight on a few things.
First: why do they think I really change my behaviour when they decide I must? Maybe twice in the last few years I’ve really done as they ask. One was getting a huge part of my hair cut off. I decided that will not happen again, just so you know.
Well, all of a sudden (it seems) I’m way too OCD and nervous about germs and ‘things’.
Yeah? Well guess who was right? Heard of the COVID 19, girls?
I’ve been social distancing and sanitizing my hands for years. I didn’t wear a mask. But, I wanted too. If that counts. (I would be wearing one now, if I went anywhere)
It also bugs them that I like my house clean. WTH? I realize kids and pets make messes. I have no problem with that. I have a problem with grown ups who give a kid who toddles a cup of red juice in a cup w/o a lid. And then gripe cause they spilled. Or grown up pet owners who don’t manage their nasty Chihuahuas potty needs. I have 90acres, surely your dog can poop outdoors. HEAR THAT? Mid-daughter.
I really don’t expect them to clean up like I do. I raised most of these people. I know how nasty they are. Ma knows all your secrets.:eek:
They just need to leave me alone. I like swiffering, and dusting. Cleaning is my hobby. Sad? Yep, but it’s true.
I still have hope for the grand-wreks. I intend to teach them all how to clean up after themselves before the quarantine is over.
Right after I get the Chihuahuas properly potty trained, and teach Mr. Wrekker to wipe his feet :smack: (work in progress)
well…How about a toddler taking his mom’s ruby-red lipstick and having fun coloring with it till it’s all gone…by rubbing it into the brand-new couch, with its all-white upholstery?
I’ve been hearing that story re-told at Thanksgiving every year since I did it…(in 1957).
They are more than welcome to run their own homes as they see fit. (And if they keep bitching, they are invited to RETURN to those homes, those rules…just sayin’)
I suggest putting a bench or chair near the door so Big Wrek has a place to sit to remove his grubby footwear, but…if he hasn’t learned by now, it ain’t happening.
Well they are here for the duration. I’m sure I could manage without them.
I really like them home. It makes me feel like they are safe.
They had a family poker game tonight. Big Wrek and Son-of-a-wrek got into a heated argument (Son cheats), the girls just have a rudimentary understanding of the game. Hamza was flapping in the wind. He does get it at all.
I had all the kids and pets in my bed watching cartoons (I hate my life).
(:))
~VOW, you’re right about teaching Mr.Wrekker. it’s a lost cause.
3 full baths, 1 half bath, and the laundry room (yeah, it needs cleaning too).
I got yer Comet, magic erasers, Scrubbing bubbles, bleach, sponges, latex gloves. Usually a roll of paper towel but I’ve discontinued that.
4 possible helpers and myself. (Big Wrek is excused).
I don’t see why this can’t be easy. Why do these people complain? They are the ones who made the mess.
It should take about 30minutes to complete.
And, I’ll be happy. That’s what counts, in the long term.
Cartoons are okay, EXCEPT FOR: Sponge Bob. Bubble Guppies. And oh dear GAWD, Octonauts.
As far as Mister Wrekker, I tell this story by way of explanation.
Years and years ago, when I was still working, I had to visit Human Resources to get a form which had been misplaced.
I explained to the nice lady at the counter that I had taken the form home, and set it on the table.
That poor table was the household catch-all. It was also where we ate our meals. I did the cooking. Mr VOW would “clean off” the table. In true Y-chromosome fashion, he would grab an empty box or bag and sweep in everything from the table, trash or treasue. Then, to complete the illusion of “clean,” he’d hide the box or bag. Trying to find anything later was like going on an archaeological dig.
The nice lady at HR got a horrified look on her face and said, “Well, you’re just going to have to teach your husband not to do that!”
I gave her “The Look.” YOU know the one I mean.
I said, “Lady, if he ain’t got it after twenty years, he ain’t getting it.”
I speak today from almost 46 years of wedded bliss. Those words are more true today than they were then.
GAAAHHHH! You gave them Magic Erasers, and they COMPLAIN?:smack:
When Magic Erasers first came on the market, I thought, “No WAY!”
Oh, they’re “way,” all right. Beyond incredible. They march through crudlike nobody’s business! Those damn things work so well, I figure you have to sell your soul each time you use them.
I have to say my Masterbath was nicely cleaned today.
Hamza ‘the penniless boyfriend’ drew that lot. He did a great job. He wouldn’t be penniless if he plyed this trade in the hospitality industry.
But…I’ve realized I can get a clean house without lifting a finger. Who knew?
I gotta capitalize on this, while I can.
The COVID 19 virus won’t last forever. Just sayin’.
Yep, yep. I’m making a chart. Everyone’s name will be on it. Yes, even mine. I have grand-wreks to keep working. (Plus, I’ve had surgery, musn’t over-do:))
Can’t put them on the chart. There ARE child labor laws. (shh. don’t tell)
My spring cleaning is going swimmingly this year.
Indeed.
The lower level floor cleaning went okay. I thought I had 2 working swiffers. But only one worked. After the sweeping and vacuuming was done (by Hamza and the lil’wrekker)I set the the timer for the grand-wreks to do the swiffer on my nice bamboo floors. I have a little hazing in spots were they over wet it. But all In all a good job. They both got $10 dollars monopoly money.
(my prizes are gonna be expensive)
Tomorrow we move to the carpeting upstairs. It’s just NASTY!
