4th '08
July 04, 2008

Spent today working my ass off, as per usual. Holiday? What is this "holiday" you speak of?

Specifically, what would be my my usual Saturday chores: de-cluttering the house, scaling Mount Laundry, cleaning the kitchen, running the errands and doing the shopping, chunking up the cantaloupe and watermelon so it will actually get eaten, and this week's extras: taking down, washing, and replacing the shower curtain along with up a new liner--and washing the bathroom rug.

A bitter battle, that last one. It is an ancient monstrosity. A burgundy, double-faced cotton chenille that weighs about 40 pounds when wet, and still bleeds color after 14 years and countless hot-water washings. I hate that thing, and tried (again) to replace it today. Still no luck finding anything acceptable, though. So once again, into the wash. And me having to pretty much stand over it the whole time, because the damned thing throws the washer off balance.

However--there were certain things I did NOT do. Keeping to my promise of no party help, I refused to vacuum, dust, or have any part of cleaning the bathroom apart from the laundry-related tasks. To be fair, he took on some of them. He cleaned the toilet (but only because he put a new seat on it, AND he blew off cleaning the rest of the bathroom), vacuumed (but did not dust), and took care of the cooking prep for tomorrow.

And he "rented a kid" to do the rest of the work--Nephew is coming over in the morning to give his uncle a hand.