These past couple of weeks have been crazy. The start of the school year also marks the beginning of the Activity Frenzy that accompanies your average suburban third-grader. Coupled with my cute little job, I haven't really been home for more than a few hours at a time (outside of sleeping).
So things around the house got a little crusty.
Today, I had some free time and decided to address that. I started upstairs with the master bath. It's a pain to clean, since the tile is all slate (GOOD CHOICE, 2010-ERA MADPIGLET) and requires unicorn tears to get it clean. But I had good music and caffeine, so I was all set to get scrubbin'.
Half an hour later, I had a very nice-looking bathroom! So I moved on to the closets. I put away the laundry that had been sitting in the hampers (folded, but definitely multiple hampers), made the bed, and was in the middle of vacuuming the carpet when What's-His-Name got home from work.
He came upstairs to change clothes and as I was chatting with him about my day, he sort of bolted into the bathroom and slammed the door.
"ARE YOU POOPING IN MY FRESHLY-CLEANED BATHROOM?"
"I AM GOING TO END YOUR LIFE."
"sorry! I had to go!"
"WE HAVE TWO OTHER BATHROOMS WHICH I HAVE NOT YET CLEANED THAT I WOULD BE PERFECTLY HAPPY FOR YOU TO BEFOUL."
"I really had to go!"
"YOU'D BETTER SLEEP WITH ONE EYE OPEN, HOSS."
I often wonder what our neighbors think.