Accomplishing so much...for so little...

The kitchen is clean aside from a few dishes that were dirtied yesterday. The counters have been cleaned, bleached, and appliances pulled out, swept behind, and the entire floor scrubbed.

I dusted and vacuumed the living room and dining room, took out the trash and even scrubbed Mike’s bathroom floor. (Not that I normally clean my roommate’s bathrooms, but I was starting to fear for our personal safety if the things growing didn’t get cleaned...)

I finally wound down about 7am this morning after last nights Kenosha Garou game in which I nearly died (and probably should have)...

Mike left for work...came home about 11 (took the day as a mental health day). I laid back down...and woke up at 11:45 and Mike was gone. I got up did all the cleaning and stuff that I needed to accomplish for the day. I called Mike a little after 1 to see if he’d done lunch/wanted to do lunch...and asked him to call me. It’s now 3pm and no call. Either his phone didn’t ring and he’s not checked it ... or I’m in the doghouse yet again and I’m getting ignored. (The latter is much more likely as he was in a pisser of a mood this morning).

Oh well. I got done what he wanted me to get done before he would have gotten home from work today. I did a helluva lot more than he wanted actually. And you know what. I’m not expecting so much as a thank you for it. I’ve come to realize that in many ways, I’m not just the domestic for the apartment...I’ve started becoming his mother.

*Please* let something break on the employment scene soon.


(Update as of 6pm. Mike is sick (head cold) and went out and saw Kill Bill Vol 2 (why he didn’t answer the phone).

He’s laying on the couch watching TV sniffling and feeling miserable.