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A Morning of Sightings Under my Roof (Long with some gross parts)
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Background: I live with my husband and roommate who, despite not being biologically related, we both consider to be family. He is honestly like my brother. However, the fact that I love both these two rascals doesn't stop them from driving me nuts at times. Today was one of those times.
YAWN. Ok I'm up. Like many people, the first thing I do after prying my body out of bed is head to the restroom. I lift the lid, and lovely. Whoever peed during the night didn't flush. I sit down, do my business, and remove my feminine protection (curse you Aunt Flo) only to find the bathroom trash can is missing. Oh look, it's by Hubby's desk holding detritus from his last "pull something apart to see how it works" project. Ok then. The pad shouldn't go in the bathroom trash anyway since Doggie will eat it (darn hunting breeds) but I do need to dispose of the wrapper. I get a new "diaper" on and walk across the house to throw away my items in the kitchen trash that doggie can't reach.
Time for coffee. I fill the reusable pod with grounds and put water in the coffee maker. A few minutes later I check and...my cup is overflowing. Someone overfilled the pot last time and didn't drain it. It had to be one of them since I don't drink coffee at night, but they do. GRRR. I redo the coffee procedure after carefully walking the overflowing cup to the sink trying not to spill it everywhere (I succeed...yea!).
What the...AGAIN? While at the sink I notice food detritus sitting in the sink on the side that has no garbage disposal. How many times have I asked them not to do this? Unless I pick the mess out with my fingers right now, the kitchen is going to smell like the south end of a north bound yak by the time I get home (neither of them is going to notice...Hubby lived with a smoker for years and has basically no sense of smell, and Brother Roomie tends to rush out the door without doing much beyond putting on clean clothes). I finish cleaning the sink and finally get to sit down and drink my coffee. Ah, bliss, urge to kill fading.
Time to shower. I turn on the shower, get in, and get my hair washed. Hubby as apparently used my shampoo (again) since it's not on the shelf where it goes (he has an 8th of an inch of stubble on his head...why does he need to use my expensive shampoo?)
Anyway...once conditioner is on my gorgeous (read frizzy and mop-like) locks, it's time to scrub, except....where's the soap? The body bar Hubby and I use is missing. Brother Roommate's is there but he gets squicky about sharing soap, so I scrub with my face wash. Upon exiting the shower (at least there's a towel available this time) I find the soap. It's on the bookcase across the hall from the bathroom. Just...why?
Hair time. I dry my hair with an old t-shirt (less frizz that way donchaknow) and it's time to force these curls into shape. My hair styling products are all accounted for, since I have threated Hubby with dire death if he touches them, except...where's my rat tail comb. I can't part my hair without that! Did Hubby take it to comb matts out of the cat again? Oh wait, there it is.
And...kitchen. Oh goody, they ran the dishwasher instead of just piling unrinsed dishes in the sink. That's progress. I got up too late to get my makeup on and unload the dishwasher (though to be honest that's kind of par for the course), and given all the shenanigans that have transpired so far today, I'm also running late. I get the bottom rack unloaded so Hubby can do the top without bending over and hurting his back.
Done. Finally I'm dressed, hair done, and out the door. As per usual I do my makeup on the train and arrive at work 10 minutes before my shift starts after a mercifully uneventful commute. Hope the rest of today goes better.
Background: I live with my husband and roommate who, despite not being biologically related, we both consider to be family. He is honestly like my brother. However, the fact that I love both these two rascals doesn't stop them from driving me nuts at times. Today was one of those times.
YAWN. Ok I'm up. Like many people, the first thing I do after prying my body out of bed is head to the restroom. I lift the lid, and lovely. Whoever peed during the night didn't flush. I sit down, do my business, and remove my feminine protection (curse you Aunt Flo) only to find the bathroom trash can is missing. Oh look, it's by Hubby's desk holding detritus from his last "pull something apart to see how it works" project. Ok then. The pad shouldn't go in the bathroom trash anyway since Doggie will eat it (darn hunting breeds) but I do need to dispose of the wrapper. I get a new "diaper" on and walk across the house to throw away my items in the kitchen trash that doggie can't reach.
Time for coffee. I fill the reusable pod with grounds and put water in the coffee maker. A few minutes later I check and...my cup is overflowing. Someone overfilled the pot last time and didn't drain it. It had to be one of them since I don't drink coffee at night, but they do. GRRR. I redo the coffee procedure after carefully walking the overflowing cup to the sink trying not to spill it everywhere (I succeed...yea!).
What the...AGAIN? While at the sink I notice food detritus sitting in the sink on the side that has no garbage disposal. How many times have I asked them not to do this? Unless I pick the mess out with my fingers right now, the kitchen is going to smell like the south end of a north bound yak by the time I get home (neither of them is going to notice...Hubby lived with a smoker for years and has basically no sense of smell, and Brother Roomie tends to rush out the door without doing much beyond putting on clean clothes). I finish cleaning the sink and finally get to sit down and drink my coffee. Ah, bliss, urge to kill fading.
Time to shower. I turn on the shower, get in, and get my hair washed. Hubby as apparently used my shampoo (again) since it's not on the shelf where it goes (he has an 8th of an inch of stubble on his head...why does he need to use my expensive shampoo?)
Anyway...once conditioner is on my gorgeous (read frizzy and mop-like) locks, it's time to scrub, except....where's the soap? The body bar Hubby and I use is missing. Brother Roommate's is there but he gets squicky about sharing soap, so I scrub with my face wash. Upon exiting the shower (at least there's a towel available this time) I find the soap. It's on the bookcase across the hall from the bathroom. Just...why?
Hair time. I dry my hair with an old t-shirt (less frizz that way donchaknow) and it's time to force these curls into shape. My hair styling products are all accounted for, since I have threated Hubby with dire death if he touches them, except...where's my rat tail comb. I can't part my hair without that! Did Hubby take it to comb matts out of the cat again? Oh wait, there it is.
And...kitchen. Oh goody, they ran the dishwasher instead of just piling unrinsed dishes in the sink. That's progress. I got up too late to get my makeup on and unload the dishwasher (though to be honest that's kind of par for the course), and given all the shenanigans that have transpired so far today, I'm also running late. I get the bottom rack unloaded so Hubby can do the top without bending over and hurting his back.
Done. Finally I'm dressed, hair done, and out the door. As per usual I do my makeup on the train and arrive at work 10 minutes before my shift starts after a mercifully uneventful commute. Hope the rest of today goes better.
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