So here’s the thing, I dont like to complain and I don’t think I ask too much……I just want five freakin minutes of peace!!
I have been battling this new crazy schedule of cranky baby in the day, getting absolutely nothing accomplished except making baba and finding the binkie (pacafier) my son loves to throw under the couch all day. Once my husband gets home from work all I can think is WHERE DO I START! Not only do I have my work that I get paid for to catch up on, before anyone figures out I haven’t completed it all day…..but my house is a freakin disaster. I finally got to the dishes and laundry yesterday. The livingroom and bedroom were glowing on Monday. What goes on in this house that I can not keep it clean for one freakin full day?
So today, my husband was kind enough to remind me that he couldn’t remember the last time I took a shower. I of course thanked him, cause REALLY, I can’t figure out that I stink, duh!! Anywho, I decide I am going to clean tub and take a bubble bath and read my book (maybe even finish it)……Lets see how this went down.
Wash the tub – check
Sweep the floor so its nice when I step out – check
Run HOT water – check
Find stopper – check
Find a old favorite bath salt – check
Hot water is nice and hot, bath salts have been poured in, book ready to be read. I undress, take first step into bath and wonder why there is a weird smell….combination of moth balls and amonia. Whatever, it will go away, I just need to relax. I get all comfy in the water, reading my book by page two the tub is half empty…..seriously! No worries, I can work with it….I notice the door start to open, here comes the eefing cat. She needs to see what I am doing and use her litter box. Now, I don’t know if anyone elses cat does this, but she goes in there and scratches at all the walls, wtf. So I yell at her to get out…..and in comes the weird smell again, so the combination was that freakin cats toilet and my bath salts that were way too old to enjoy ever again. But the bottle is pretty so I might keep for bathroom prop.
Then my water gets even lower, the cat left door open so draft is making room perfectly chilly. The cat is now in the bedroom, scratching on everything, and knocking stuff over. All I here is “scratch, scratch, crash” I yell at her to get out, and she defiantly meow’s back at me! It just keeps going, finally four pages into my book, a qaurter filled cold bubble bath and amonia/moth ball filled room later, I get out of tub, kick cat out of room. Put on same old house pants I started with, and will go make dinner.
I just want five freakin minutes! I guess when I take my SHOWER, after dinner I can count it as a rest from my house.