This weekend has been one for the record books... Bubba home again, cranky Friday night - and Saturday morning.
I was busy Friday afternoon, getting the house tended that I had ignored all weekend. Then Saturday morning it all hit the fan... I got up Saturday morning to make breakfast for the husband so he could head out on his motorcycle ride. Yes, I encouraged this - go - get out - relax and stop grumping at me.
But as I looked about my kitchen I noticed something not right -- down right GROSS. Little gross mouse poopies!!! All over my counters so I scrubbed that counter within an inch of it's life, then starting pulling stuff out the cupboards didn't see any other evidence of infestation... still grossed out, starting cleaning - then... Bubba comes downstairs and wants to know what is going on. So I stupidly told him. Then he starts looking around like it's going to pop out him.
So he goes and gets busy with Lulu and I am encouraging all that -- go! Mostly because I want to get my errands run, get home, get the house ready for the carpet cleaners and then get to scrubbing my kitchen within an inch of my and it's life... and still he putz. I stupidly ask him what was wrong -- he's cranky bitchy about "my life... and on and on" so I tell Captain Crankypants to call his boss right now, quit this job that is making all of us miserable and we'll deal with the rest... of course he didn't.
He went on a motorcycle ride, I ran errands, came home, took care of the house for the cleaners and got down to scrubbing - and scrubbing including the walls, the cupboards, found more mouse evidence, sprayed more Clorox cleaner and Mr. Clean and the EVERYTHING in my kitchen got washed, cleaned out, scrubbed down and I finally died about 6 PM. Bubba came home, feeling less the whiny little bitch he was when he left and things were good.
I washed up, we went out to dinner and I came home, sat on the couch, read 2 pages and fell dead to the world asleep. Sunday morning dawned, after I woke. We got rolling, Bubba discovered that our nocturnal visitor was mostly stuck to the sticky mouse trap we put out... proceeded to drag it under the dryer and he had to dispose of our little 'friend'. I was upstairs and no thinking about all was going on in my laundry room. I took a very long hot shower.
Today was better after that -- no more presents, we went out to breakfast, our fav Waffle House. Then Bubba got his car washed, we came home, Bubba cleaned the gutters I raked leaves, we worked together getting them into their proper County approved vessels, ran out of said vessels, when we finished Bubba's paperwork for hopefully a new job, then we went to the grocery store -- I got lucky there. He forgot he had to go to the library - thankfully he dropped me off at the grocery store and he went to the library. By the time he got to me in the grocery store, I had everything on my list, down to dessert. It took longer for Bubba to choose an ice cream treat than it did to do half my list...
Came home, put dishes away began the process of putting my kitchen and my house back together, got busy making dinner, we had chili. So I got that on the stove, then got to cleaning up putting away; made lunches, now dinner done, mostly cleaned up, I'm looking forward to a generally quiet week.
Right --- Monday is Halloween, which means traffic home will be a nightmare (pun unintended). Tuesday sees me off site for the afternoon, Wednesday begins the 'cleanse' process for Bubba's ro-to-router procedure... Bubba on no food and clear liquids for 24 hours... those happy drugs will not come fast enough. The boy is a BEAR when he's hungry... oh yes Wednesday and Thursday morning will be super fab...
Then Thursday - I get to sit and wait for Bubba instead of the other way around. This will be new. :-)
Friday -- heavens help me I will survive this week. Stay tuned. All right signing off for the night. Need to go to bed and pray for an easy week.... (insert Halloween laughter HERE)...
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