Ok so here it is day two of me dealing with this tummy virus, ok so I've had all the dry crackers and Vernors one can muster in a 24 hour period, I want some
"REAL FOOD!!!" lol. Ok so I called my job letting them know I will not be in tomorrow seeing this is where I got this crap from, I have been in bed since yesterday and I need to get some things around here done, rest? What is that!!!? My hubby has no sense of knowing when it's time to clean, it seems he'll walk right around stuff as if he is a blind man and it drives me batty!
I went on a cleaning strike for three weeks literally and he still hasn't made an effort to even dust off these dusty glass tables can you believe it!? They are so dusty you CAN write your name in them lol, I did this to make a point to him, but it went un-noticed. and I can't take the dust any longer sooooooooooo "I HAVE TO CLEAN!!!" I guess when you were raised in a house full of hoarded junk you don't notice a junky space, his family is so junky and they are hoarders but not to the point of the TV series, but I just hate not having things in their place. Thats the kind of person I am everything needs to be neat and clean and in place. There is NO rest for the weary.
So I first have to start in the bathroom geesh!!! he leaves his mess every morning. I did the kitchen while making my soup that wasn’t so bad. The floor needs to be vacuumed and the dust gone from my tables. He never kept his apartment  this bad when we dated what happened??? Oh well it just gives me reason to fuss and clean all at the same time, maybe that will make me feel better lol.