I suspected (hoped) that she had met someone; I mean no one
on the planet lives in such squalor that it would warrant a month of cleaning
for a house they have only occupied for six months. I know they exist in what I term “clean freak
hell”; but how can it get so bad in only six months..?
Today, the Squeeze went off to Velvet town to watch Kid 3
play soccer. I like this time. I get to enjoy the utter bliss of a sleep in before
I potter around doing my style of cleaning.
By mid-afternoon, the beds are changed, washing is done, floors are
gleaming and I can sit, let my eye survey the room and feel exceedingly pleased
with myself and my surroundings.
Aside from the peace of soccer morning, there is the certainty
that as the Squeeze stands on the sidelines, if there is any trouble on the horizon;
it is here that the Harridan will pounce.
I was uncertain of what would come from denying her the chance to rule
supreme over the birthday dinner, but if there was something to come, it is
here he would hear of it.
Instead, the Squeeze came home and she had not spoken to
him. He thinks this means all is well in
the world. I see this as more “the calm
before the storm…”
Over coffee, he did pause to tell me that the Kid had
mentioned that she is ‘preparing’ the house as a bed and breakfast. It took every ounce of will not to spray my
coffee across the table. I'd never heard anything so outlandish!
A bed and breakfast..?
He she for real..? This person
can’t even keep a school shirt white!
Strangely enough, people kind of prefer a clean weekend retreat! With hygienic bathroom! Not yellow sheets and pee floating in the
loo!
Tongue in cheek, I suggested that we should rent it J
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