Holla everyone I am checking in. Day... I don't know how many days it is, I wanna say 3 or 5 but yeah I woke up (NOT on purpose, and have been cleaning all day. It is sucking a LOT.
The husband is having like some sort of meltdown, I think he is asleep again. He, ah woke late, couldn't do much but really this is like day 700 for him. I have CLEANED so much, I went to Ace Hardware for more cleansers I have finished completely the bedrooms and the master "suite,' hehehe whatever you wanna call it that includes freaking dismantling like, the ceiling fan and the vanity lights.
I have become VERY expert at like, cleaning paint OFF windows, floors hell EVERYTHING while leaving the paint that should BE there, I think there is almost more paint to be REMOVED that should be there.
I have made the husband promise to let me use the flamethrower if I clean out the fridge but he got out the BIG ladder and he is so "Thrilled" with my intense abilities with windows I get to do both sides. No, I don't really feel used, I mean he is doing WAY harder stuff than that, and like, I have a feeling he is saving the flamethrower until last as some sort of freaking.... IDK. I do know a) I may have a broken leg from falling OFF the ladder, I mean I try to cope and
b) when I get back to Douglas sometime in this life, well, I will kiss the first Mexican cockroach I see and then lay next to it for 3 days.
After the fridge I'm toast I think. Stretching out so I am not in even MORE pain yoga to come.
God, this kind of thing should be illegal. I bet surfs and slaves like felt/feel like this all the time though. I am not so special.
Anna