Saturday, May 07, 2016

Music To My Ears

I STILL have the head cold from hell. Or maybe it is a new head cold from hell. I have no idea, but what is certain is that if I have to buy one more box of Sudafed from the pharmacy here, I'm going to have the DEA busting down my front door, looking for the meth lab.

I had the nerve to go to bed early last evening (see above, re head cold). This rarely happens, and when I had to get up at 3 AM to give Susie some Motrin (because now she is sick again, too, and will this ever stop?), I remembered why this rarely happens. I walked into the kitchen and found dishes in the sink, crap all over the kitchen table, floor unswept, etc.

This coupon is NEVER valid.
If you will recall, this sort of thing has happened before, the last time I had the nerve to go to bed early. That was 8 years ago. And, yes, I AM still pissed off about it. All these years of training, and as soon as I close my eyes, what happens? NOTHING. It's as if these children never even heard me ranting all these years, "No one sits down until we ALL sit down!" and "What's your kitchen job? Do your kitchen job!"

A fine start to Mother's Day Weekend, I'll tell you that. I hightailed it out of here this morning to work at the yoga center, but not before bitching about the state of the kitchen to Larry. He was hurt. "You SAID you wanted everyone to be quiet," Larry said in his I was only trying to help voice. "You SAID you wanted to SLEEP."

Sigh. Yeah, I did say that. But I can sleep through the sounds of dishes being washed, you know. To me, that's just a lullaby.

[Dirty dishes image:]


  1. Sorry you're still sick... or again sick, whichever. Sick. Ick. Sorry!

    It drove me crazy, when I could finally hobble out to the kitchen only to see that it wasn't really being cleaned -- just sort of de-cluttered every day or two. It's been five-and-a-half-months since surgery and I still hurt and am swollen at the end of the day, but I've decided that it's worth spending 15 minutes at the sink each night just to know the dishes, sink, and counters are actually getting CLEAN.

    I hope you feel better soon!

  2. I'm sorry to hear you have the cold from hell. It adds insult to injury, doesn't it, that you are made to feel like a criminal for buying the appropriate medicine. I hope you feel better soon.

    The progeny in your household and mine need to learn that it is possible to do the dishes quietly.

  3. Ack- hope you feel better soon!

  4. Oh dear. Nothing makes a sick person feel worse like finding a dirty kitchen where a tidy kitchen should be.
    I hope you kick this head cold quickly. Seriously. It's getting ridiculous how long you've been sick.

  5. I'm sorry - I hope you feel better soon.