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And So It Goes

There’s nothing like tossing & turning, trying to get to sleep and all the while feeling that strange tickle in your lungs like you need to cough, constantly. I bought soups from Vons, some grapefruit juice and more cold medicine. Oh, and fabric softener because I ran out and need to do a bunch of laundry… eventually. I also need to wash a ton of dishes because I’ve been silently protesting cleaning the apartment. Who am I kidding? I just didn’t fucking feel like it. I still don’t, especially now.

I did manage a win in that Devin cleaned up all the junk mail that had accumulated on the floor and took out the trash. Since it’s a surprise whenever he cleans, I asked him about it and he said that the trash had started stinking, so he took it out. If there’s anything that’ll prompt me to clean, it’s stink. Unfortunately, I can’t smell anything lately, so I didn’t get that inspiration. I told him it was likely all the dirty dishes in the sink that stink, anyway, but I’m sure the trash didn’t help. He did say he’d wash half of the dishes if I did half.

I hate coughing.

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Life Chores

I have been working on sorting through the clothes and shoes in all of our closets. Not only to try and get everything washed1, but to weed out items that need to be tossed or donated. I finally managed to take out a few boxes of clothes this past “weekend”2 as well as recycling. It was cluttering up the area near the door where we’d normally have our dining table. I can’t imagine trying to do these kinds of things once kids are in the picture and having to wash & weed out children’s clothing.

Since moving down here to SD, I’ve been trying to become a lot more active around the apartment as far as keeping things clean. It hasn’t been a total success, but I think I’m doing a lot better compared to our home in South Carolina. The husband and I used to try and outlast one another when it came to the dishes in the sink. It was very gross and very pathetic. I don’t work as many hours as I used to, especially compared to what he works now, so I try and make it part of my job description as a wife. I’m not the cleanest person in the world, but I don’t enjoy living in a pigsty, which is how our apartment would end up looking if I waited for him to clean anything *lol*.

He’ll do well with taking trash out and cleaning the litter box when I ask. For some reason, though, he has this strange aversion to cleaning up after himself in the kitchen. I think it’s pretty funny considering he’s the cook between the two of us. Not that he’s been cooking much since we’ve moved down here. He sticks to simple things like seasoned chicken, rice & beans3. We throw in a homemade pizza a couple times a month.

There are still a lot of things to work on as far as our marriage goes, but I’m happier for now. I do my part and I feel good about it.

  1. Talk about nonstop running of the washer/dryer unit! ↩
  2. Our weekend is Wednesday & Thursday. ↩
  3. Relatively bland (in my opinion) Costa Rican faire. ↩
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