Ok.. So Let’s Talk

Posted: August 2, 2010 in Chief, Just Livin', Just Me, Spazz
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.. as much as I wanted to run away over the weekend, I didn’t.

It’s that whole ridiculous “money” thing.. and “security” thing.. long gone are the days when you could just stow away on an ocean liner and start life fresh using a different identity!!

I did hide out in my bedroom a lot .. did sleep a lot :: my preferred method of avoidance :: AND I did go see SALT and INCEPTION which I’ll post reviews on later.

Sunday, though, was a surpriser.

Well.. yea.. kinda but not really.

Chief woke me up Sunday morning around 11am. And while I appreciated sleeping late, he had a motive.

He had scrubbed and cleaned THE ENTIRE HOUSE.

Yes, you read that right.


Even behind the toilet in the bathroom!!

He said it was because he wanted me to have a “.. true day off.” He didn’t want me to get up and have to worry about cleaning this and cleaning that…  but in reality he knew how bugged out and pissed off about what was going on in the house with the boys. He knows I’m right.. he knows that he can’t do anything about it so he took it upon himself to do something for me that would make me happy.

And I appreciated it.


So even though he’s not a “talker” .. I at least know that he gets it.

And that’s just as.. if not more.. important.

Funny thing happened which really put it all in perspective for him…

After scrubbing the kitchen and making it all spic and span, he was in there getting a cup of coffee when Spaz came in to get something to drink. So he opens the fridge and pulls out the gallon picture of lemonade but instead of lifting it up straight, he kind of swung it out of the fridge which spilled it all over the fridge.. all over the floor.. and Chief freaked out.

I happened to be making my way to the bathroom when I heard the commotion so I went into the kitchen and there’s Spaz still holding the dripping picture and Chief telling me to shoot him.

Nope. Only got one bullet left and it has my name written all over it.

Spaz was all, “.. it’s not my fault.”

And Chief was like “… HOW COULD IT NOT BE YOUR FAULT???”

So he tells him to clean it up and Spaz started to say he didn’t know how to but I think he thought better of it mid sentence because Chief’s bald head was smoking.

Spaz goes to the back porch and gets the mop and just starts half assed moving the mop back and forth.

Chief is still ranting, “.. if I wasn’t in here you would have left it and then I would be walking through a sticky mess at 2am, right? RIGHT?”

Then he yells at Spaz to clean it properly and Spaz was like I AM!! and Chief was like YOUR NOT!! You’re just moving the shit around more.

My first instinct was to just tell Spaz to get the hell out of the kitchen before his father blows an aorta but then I was like, no.. not this time.

So I told him that I was going to tell him how to clean it the right way … I told him to get the bucket.. put it in the sink.. turn on the hot water.. add the Pine Sol.. put the bucket on the floor.. undo the mop.. put it in the water.. take it out of the water.. turn the thing that makes all the extra water come off..

You get the idea..

I made him do the whole floor the way I would do the whole floor and he hated every minute of it. I didn’t let him half step anything.

When he was finally finished and started bitching and complaining that it wasn’t his fault because HE didn’t fill the pitcher to the top, I told him that I’m sure NEXT time he’ll be more careful.. or at least, know how to properly mop the floor the next time he does makes a mess on it.

When I went back into the bedroom, Chief was sitting up on the bed and was like, “… do you believe that?”

I was like, “… welcome to my world, Bucky.. Welcome to my world.”

  1. Trip X says:

    Chief just happened to witness one simple, small incident. He can’t even begin to understand the entire scope of doing what you do, day in and day out. I get the doing it all by yourself, but I could never do it as quickly and efficiently as a woman. It would get done in my time, but I wouldn’t stop till it was all done. I still marvel at the efficient mind of a determined woman. Kudos!

    • Leese says:

      You’re right, Trip .. he can’t even begin to comprehend because he never HAD to .. He’s the type of guy that always had a girlfriend around to deal with the everyday stuff. The funny thing is, today he was still put off by what happened in the kitchen and I was like, “Dude.. that’s fucking NOTHING” .. We’ll see what happens.. because ** cough cough ** school is starting in a few weeks!!

  2. I think that I would have died had O cleaned the entire house. He does help me sleep in by getting up with the little guy every couple Sunday’s, but…let’s just say that I’m not sure which would leave more mess, a tornado or O after 2 hours of watching a 15 month old.

    I did, however, have a similiar experience: my SS is FAMOUS for putting completly full shakes or soda fountain pop’s in an already full trash can. Of course every couple of days the said liquid goop spills all over the floor, the all and inside of the trash can where it is left to be found and cleaned by MOI. Couple of months ago, a 24 oz shake dumped on O’s foot…it was only half melted. His face turned shapes of red and purple I didn’t know existed. While he did make R wipe up the worst of the mess, like most men, they left drips of chocolate on the wall, the pantry door – basically everywhere. When I asked, very nicely (or snarkily, I’m not sure which) for it to be properly cleaned, I was the one that got yelled at…you just can’t win.

    • Leese says:

      The overflowing trash can KILLS me!!!

      Ours sits on top of one of those wrought iron and mosaic wine table thingies from Pier One (( a left over from my house )) next to the fridge because Ernie, The Terrorist Puppy liked to get into the trash when no one was home.. so it’s high up and everything that leaks out of it because winds up on the side of the fridge and on the wall.. it’s ant season here and the other day when I was changing the trash, I saw this trail of ants on the side of the fridge.

      See.. the thing is.. I’m kind of anal when it comes to cleanliness and order. They are the complete and total opposites.

      Maybe God is teaching me a lesson???
      I just must have been a real fucking bitch in my last life!! LOL

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