Undomesticated Diva
I always have in my mind all of these posts...things that I want to write about but somehow in my little break of a day (when my son naps if he actually chooses to take a nap that day), I somehow end up doing other things.
This brings me to my latest post. I am so undomesticated it's not even funny. I do not know how it happened that I ended up marrying a man who likes to be neat and never gives me a hard time about not cleaning, but I am very lucky for that.
Instead of blogging, I should be cleaning off our dining room table. Or I should be figuring out what we are going to eat for dinner. Instead I chose to blog in my little allottment of time known as mommy's break (aka nap time). I am hoping after I am done blogging to get back to cleaning off the dining room table or figuring out dinner.
Let me give you some examples of how I am undomesticated. Yesterday, I decided to wash my corduroy reddish pants separately. When I started the dryer up, it started making this ridiculously loud banging sound. It's kind of like when my husband decides to wash his sneakers (who washes their sneakers?) and the shoes bounce all around and bang. However, I knew that the only thing in the dryer was my corduroy reddish pants. I started to panick remembering a story about how a mouse climbed into a dryer and made a home in the dryer that I friend told me about. I turned off the dryer and just looked to see if there was perhaps a mouse tumbling around in the dryer with my reddish corduroy pants. No mouse. Eek. I have many mouse stories and really have enough for a lifetime, thank you. This morning I took the reddish corduroy pants out of the dryer and really expected to see a mouse in there, but as luck would have it, no mouse!
It was like 15 degrees below zero today. I debated going out to the mall to get out of the house and look for some deals, but decided to stay in. I decided to make some pot stickers that have been in our freezer as a part of my lunch (ah reminder-I should be unloading the clean dishes and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher right now instead of blogging). The instructions for the microwave say to soak 6-8 pot stickers in water for 10 seconds. Step 2 says to microwave for 2.5 minutes. Well, was I supposed to take them out of the water before microwaving? I really did not know what to do so I called my mom. She took my question very seriously and did not laugh and told me to take the pot stickers out of the water before microwaving them. You gotta love a mom for all of her infinite wisdom and knowledge.
I also had had enough with our master bathroom. It is disgusting and dirty and when my son wanted to play upstairs today, I took it upon myself to clean while he was playing. I have been trying to figure out for months how to open the toilet bowl cleaner. Please keep in mind that I have cleaned toilets before, but I kept turning the knobby twisty thing and no liquid would come out. So today I decided to read the instructions where you must push in and then twist. Apparently it's childproof? Blue liquid came out this time when I tried it. Also please note that we have cleaners in various parts of the house so our toilets have been cleaned within the past month since my husband knows how to operate the toilet bowl cleaner.
And lastly this morning I heard a loud thud. We have heard all kinds of sounds recently with the few inches of snow we received and the ice and cold temperatures. I looked outside and low and behold, I saw a bird. It was quite a big bird and he was perched by our front door. I had a letter to mail so I decided to not go through the front door (I could see him somehow fly into our house and then we'd have a wild bird loose in our house). I looked at him through the glass and I thought I saw blood. Later on I was going to show Nathan the bird and he was gone. Or so I thought. I just went to open the front door to collect the mail and there I saw the poor bird dead on our front doorstep. I quickly shut the door and headed out the garage to get our mail.
Being that I have conquered and mastered a lot today for an undomesticated diva, I think I'll leave the bird for my husband for him to get home. After all, I don't want him to think I can do everything!
This brings me to my latest post. I am so undomesticated it's not even funny. I do not know how it happened that I ended up marrying a man who likes to be neat and never gives me a hard time about not cleaning, but I am very lucky for that.
Instead of blogging, I should be cleaning off our dining room table. Or I should be figuring out what we are going to eat for dinner. Instead I chose to blog in my little allottment of time known as mommy's break (aka nap time). I am hoping after I am done blogging to get back to cleaning off the dining room table or figuring out dinner.
Let me give you some examples of how I am undomesticated. Yesterday, I decided to wash my corduroy reddish pants separately. When I started the dryer up, it started making this ridiculously loud banging sound. It's kind of like when my husband decides to wash his sneakers (who washes their sneakers?) and the shoes bounce all around and bang. However, I knew that the only thing in the dryer was my corduroy reddish pants. I started to panick remembering a story about how a mouse climbed into a dryer and made a home in the dryer that I friend told me about. I turned off the dryer and just looked to see if there was perhaps a mouse tumbling around in the dryer with my reddish corduroy pants. No mouse. Eek. I have many mouse stories and really have enough for a lifetime, thank you. This morning I took the reddish corduroy pants out of the dryer and really expected to see a mouse in there, but as luck would have it, no mouse!
It was like 15 degrees below zero today. I debated going out to the mall to get out of the house and look for some deals, but decided to stay in. I decided to make some pot stickers that have been in our freezer as a part of my lunch (ah reminder-I should be unloading the clean dishes and putting the dirty dishes in the dishwasher right now instead of blogging). The instructions for the microwave say to soak 6-8 pot stickers in water for 10 seconds. Step 2 says to microwave for 2.5 minutes. Well, was I supposed to take them out of the water before microwaving? I really did not know what to do so I called my mom. She took my question very seriously and did not laugh and told me to take the pot stickers out of the water before microwaving them. You gotta love a mom for all of her infinite wisdom and knowledge.
I also had had enough with our master bathroom. It is disgusting and dirty and when my son wanted to play upstairs today, I took it upon myself to clean while he was playing. I have been trying to figure out for months how to open the toilet bowl cleaner. Please keep in mind that I have cleaned toilets before, but I kept turning the knobby twisty thing and no liquid would come out. So today I decided to read the instructions where you must push in and then twist. Apparently it's childproof? Blue liquid came out this time when I tried it. Also please note that we have cleaners in various parts of the house so our toilets have been cleaned within the past month since my husband knows how to operate the toilet bowl cleaner.
And lastly this morning I heard a loud thud. We have heard all kinds of sounds recently with the few inches of snow we received and the ice and cold temperatures. I looked outside and low and behold, I saw a bird. It was quite a big bird and he was perched by our front door. I had a letter to mail so I decided to not go through the front door (I could see him somehow fly into our house and then we'd have a wild bird loose in our house). I looked at him through the glass and I thought I saw blood. Later on I was going to show Nathan the bird and he was gone. Or so I thought. I just went to open the front door to collect the mail and there I saw the poor bird dead on our front doorstep. I quickly shut the door and headed out the garage to get our mail.
Being that I have conquered and mastered a lot today for an undomesticated diva, I think I'll leave the bird for my husband for him to get home. After all, I don't want him to think I can do everything!
posted by Princess at 3:07 PM
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Life is a never ending learning process, I love to hear the stories.
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