Monday, August 08, 2005

It's Monday, and yeah I'm bitchin again.

Scrubbing Bubbles.

I found that by using this product the only way my tub looked clean was if I sprayed the stuff all over to form a layer of white over the dirt . That only worked for a few seconds, and then the foam disappeared and I was left with a dirty tub. Then I read the directions and realized that I was actually supposed to be the one scrubbing. Yep they roped me in again.

"Puttin Stuff Up"

I'm married to a fella who is always putting things away or as he says, "I'm puttin this up for when I need it." While I have no problem with him putting things in their place, I do have a problem with him never knowing where, IN this place, he puts it. The key word is this situation is UP. Pull up my little step-ladder thingy and look on top of anything above head level in this house and you'll find stuff that he's put up. Atop one of the built-in cupboards in the living room you'll find a jug of marbles and Indian arrow heads, his daddy's walking cane, a cap, 4 shotgun shells, and the personal sized GPS (with manual) that I bought him for his birthday this year. You won't, however, find the digital camera binoculars that I bought him for Christmas 2 years ago that I've been searching over a week for in order to try to take a photo of the hummingbirds buzzing the mimosa tree.

Phone Calls that begin with "What are you doing?"

When the phone rings at my house I am usually on the pot, or in the tub, or asleep, or up to my elbows in whatever happens to be in the kitchen sink, and I have to jump toy hurdles, and other obstructions to get to it (and that's on a good day, sometimes I have to find it first). I answer with a polite "hello" and most times, in reply, I get, "What are you doing?". I'd really like to know what I'm supposed to be doing when I am sporting a toilet paper tail, soap suds in one hand, and the phone in the other. One of these days I'm going to think of a good reply to the "What are you doing?" phone question but meanwhile I reckon I'll just continue to bitch about it.

Cooking

It pisses me off to spend 3 or 4 hours in the kitchen cooking a meal that takes this family 10 minutes to eat. I also get aggravated when asked if there's cereal when the table is full of finely cooked groceries (Zachary!). If I had aspirations of being a short order cook I'd be at a place where I'd at least get paid for it.

9 comments:

Special K said...

Next time someone calls and asks what you're doing, just say, "I'm in the middle of having a shit. And what are YOU doing?"

The truth shall set you free.

Sally said...

You positively make my day!! And, on that note, I'm going to bed...:)

Kim said...

Nothing is allowed to be put up in my house! I'm so short a step stool doesn't help me!

cassie-b said...

Tbanks for the laugh. I have several of those same problems. Thanks for letting me know I'm not alone. And the reason I stopped making pies is that they take about 5 times longer to make than to eat. Maybe I should let Sara Lee take over in that department.

Very annoying.
Cas

Nat said...

Precisely why cooking is not one of my favorite pasttimes... And usually by the time I sit down to eat, I'm not really that hungry for what I cooked; and it sounded so good when I started. Hope all is well, Brenda! =) ~Otto

David said...

Cracked me up - they do get under your skin do they not? Cereal - yep go there all the time with the young ones.

Joe said...

Hey girl, "what you doing?" My wife cooks three great meals a year! The rest of the time your on your on! LOL!

Valarie said...

Phone Calls that begin with "What are you doing?"

Don't you just love that! I had a friend years ago who called me at 1:00 a.m. in the morning and asked me what I was doing. I don't remember what my response was but she never did call me at that hour of the morning again.

Tine said...

I'm glad I didn't asked you what you were doing the other day ;-)