Surprises
It´s been almost 3 months since my husband moved out - and of course, I have had plenty of time to clean the house... But have I done it? Of course not! One reason being that I don´t mind if the house isn´t in perfect order (no, in fact, I can live in a chaos that most people wouldn´t be able to handle - this is nothing I´m especially proud of, it´s just how it is...), another reason being that I don´t like house cleaning. And I´m lazy.
Anyway, today I thought I´d make an effort - and it might have something to do with the fact that my husband comes home for his first visit tomorrow morning.
So, I start moving things around, not knowing where to start - gathering all kinds of random dirty summer clothes from the floor (won´t need them for the next 7 months or so...), doing the laundry, while listening to Kate Bush singing "washing mashiiiiiiin...", planning to put all CD:s in their right places, and finally deciding to attack a heap that has been sitting in front of the TV since the day my husband packed his things in the car and drove away... A many colored mix of clean, and possibly once used, bed linen; clean or possibly used towels, clean or possibly much used male clothing (I hate to try to find out the state of suspicious heaps of that kind... you never know what kind of surprise you will get if you just try to make an olfactory examination of the sheets/towels/Tshirts/underwear/socks), all mixed with books in different languages and newspapers from the end of August - this year (to be specific)
I think I should have gotten suspicious when the heap felt a bit damp. But bravely I stuck my nose into one of the probably clean towels - and I almost fainted!
To make a long story short - the whole damned heap was drenched in (you guessed it, didn´t you?) - cat pee.
How come I haven´t noticed before?
(do I need to see a doctor about my nose, since I have such a high tolerance for living among cat pee - for months, probably - without noticing?)
(to be contiuned - have to sort this thing out NOW!)
"Washing mashiiiin.... washing mashiiiiiiiin"
Anyway, today I thought I´d make an effort - and it might have something to do with the fact that my husband comes home for his first visit tomorrow morning.
So, I start moving things around, not knowing where to start - gathering all kinds of random dirty summer clothes from the floor (won´t need them for the next 7 months or so...), doing the laundry, while listening to Kate Bush singing "washing mashiiiiiiin...", planning to put all CD:s in their right places, and finally deciding to attack a heap that has been sitting in front of the TV since the day my husband packed his things in the car and drove away... A many colored mix of clean, and possibly once used, bed linen; clean or possibly used towels, clean or possibly much used male clothing (I hate to try to find out the state of suspicious heaps of that kind... you never know what kind of surprise you will get if you just try to make an olfactory examination of the sheets/towels/Tshirts/underwear/socks), all mixed with books in different languages and newspapers from the end of August - this year (to be specific)
I think I should have gotten suspicious when the heap felt a bit damp. But bravely I stuck my nose into one of the probably clean towels - and I almost fainted!
To make a long story short - the whole damned heap was drenched in (you guessed it, didn´t you?) - cat pee.
How come I haven´t noticed before?
(do I need to see a doctor about my nose, since I have such a high tolerance for living among cat pee - for months, probably - without noticing?)
(to be contiuned - have to sort this thing out NOW!)
"Washing mashiiiin.... washing mashiiiiiiiin"
posted by grumpyoldbitch | 11:57 AM
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