-A mostly true journey of a girl, her man and their three kids; all trying to live harmoniously in a house somewhere in Utah. Names and exact locations may be changed in order to protect the grouchy.

Monday, October 1, 2012

QWERTY kind of clean...

I always get antsy on Sunday nights. If you've read the blog before, you know this goes back to my teaching days and my anxiety over a new week.

Each Sunday at about six o'clock,  I start banging stuff around. I begin stepping over the weekend's accumulated junk and continue panicking about the all the things we need to do and asking aloud,  "What if someone suddenly stops by to visit? What will they think?"

Sometimes the family remembers this and starts straightening up the house.

Okay, not really. They actually look surprised EVERY Sunday as I start the "Who made this mess?/Whose shoes are these?/ Who dumped Chex mix in the living room? Where is everyone?" rant. Eventually, everyone comes huffing and puffing, grabbing and throwing, until our house is a collection of grouchiness and wishing at that moment, we each lived ANYWHERE else.

They (my family) all know what the base of the problem is. It is NOT their stuff lying all over the house. It's not the piles of books, shoes, soda cans or paper plates that are upsetting them. It is, in fact, the crazy-lady who has suddenly noticed a room looking like a tornado passed through it. Where did this woman with the waving arms and voice with an unrecognizable octave come from? What happened to our dear mother who picks up after us every other day of the week? Same story. Any given Sunday evening...

It was about five o'clock THIS week when I rounded the corner and saw the man with the vacuum. What? It was out and so was a Magic eraser. My first thought was, "Okay what did he spill?" My second thought was, "What did he spill?" Yeah, same thought. I'm loving like that.

The man was carrying Q-tips, tooth picks and Lysol wipes and I have never been more turned on in my life. What was he doing? Did he notice all the crumbs in the coffee table too? Was he setting up some system to get the filthy fingerprints off the wall?

Nope.

Wait for it.

Next to the Q-tips were these.

 That adorable man of mine overlooked the crushed cookies on the floor. He kicked away the shoes under the coffee table with one foot, and smooshed the Chex-mix chip bag under the sofa with his other foot. There was important work to be done.


Yep. My first husband found it necessary to remove, clean and replace every single key on a keyboard.

Welcome to my world.


Just look at that attention to detail. Excuse the blurriness of my pictures. I was literally shaking.

Feel free to visit my house on Sundays, friends. You may be appalled at the cluttered living room. You might look past newspapers strewn in the hall or back packs lined up the stairs. There could be a chance you won't break your ankles tripping over LEGOS or cell phone chargers.. Just make sure you're wearing sunglasses. Because your eyes might wander far enough. They may just scan across two rooms and possibly make contact with our computer keyboard. (Under the desk.) You will immediately recognize it. It will be the only thing that is blindingly clean and NOT covered in Chex mix.

Priorities, people.


Happy "Take-what-you-can-get" day, friends.


30 comments:

  1. Ba ha ha ha! I can so relate to this post on so many levels!

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    1. There's just something about Sundays. It wouldn't have affected me so much on another day. Probably. :P

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  2. LOL. As I always say "men, you can't live with them and you can't live with them". And whether you live with them or not, don't EVER, I mean EVER try to figure out how they think!

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    1. Hey Karen. We never try to figure out what each other is thinking! He would rethink our marriage if he ever figured me out. I do find it funny what my my family finds, "helpful". He tries harder than anyone I know to help out. Sunday night just WASN'T one of those days.

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  3. I so have those Sunday moments! Shoe and backpacks- where do they all come from!!!? AND men - well come on at least he cleaned something! Xx

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    1. All of the "stuff" can be very overwhelming. I don't know why it bothers me more on one day than another. Shoes and backpacks are the worst. I have baskets for both...empty baskets!! You're right, the man did clean the keyboard. He is the computer guy, it was probably relaxing to him while his wife was running around like like a chicken with her head cut off. :)

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  4. Hey, cleaning that keyboard increased my typing speed by 3 wpm. Every little bit helps! Good thing you didn't take a picture of what came out of that keyboard.

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    1. Aw, you know I love you. If cleaning the computer increases your typing speed, who am I to complain? I equate it to you sanding down that door on Saturday while I was making you a rubber band ball. Love, man. That's what we have. :)

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  5. You're not alone on this, Michele. This happens in my house, too. Their own sense of priorities and their bad timing is what infuriates me the most. We could all be dressed and ready to go a wedding, for example, and running a bit late and there he is changing the oil in his motorcycle or rearranging his tools or fixing a broken toy or.....because 'THAT time is as good as any'!!!!????!!!!

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    1. Ahahaha! VIcki, you make me smile. We all have different levels of priorities, don't we? Mark is calm all the time. Cleaning 58 keys on a keyboard absolutely was something he felt needed to be done at that moment. The fact that I was throwing notebooks and cramming dishes in the sink only shows my ability to panic. I love the wedding example..I get it! (So does Mark. He's laughing as I type this)

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    2. I'm back to let you know you have been nominated for the Sisterhood of the World Bloggers award. Congratulations! Check http://thegreekhousewife.blogspot.gr/2012/10/more-awards.html to find out more about it!

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    3. Vicki! That's wonderful! Thank you so much :) I need to get a post together, now. Ha! So glad you're back!

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  6. I have the same thing in my house, but sometimes you just have to roll with it. I am sure they are trying to help in their own way.

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    1. Always rolling with it. If my husband had a blog, I'd be in big trouble. We're completely wired differently. He was helping in his own way. Because of him, our computers are spotless. It's not anything I ever give a second thought to, because it's always taken care of. It's the same for him having clean laundry and food. :P

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  7. God Bless Mark at least he was cleaning something! Love ya guy's


    Brenda

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    1. Yeah, he did. It is unbelievable what you take for granted. The keyboard really does sparkle. It was a perfect chore for hime while watching football. It was probably relaxing too. Hey, who gets to relax on a Sunday night? Hahahaha. We love you too. Hope you are well! <3

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  8. OK... 1st: sounds like a lot of "man" bashing going on here. eeeeeeasy ladies.

    2nd: i'm still trying to wrap my head around "vickilicious." that just sounds so exotic!!! and it whacks me out even further that she uses the word "infuriates" in her comments... they just don't go together.

    3rd: i thought you were going to use the whole Sunday night anxiety issue thing simply because the "Lions" lost again... i'm thinking the shoes, backpacks, chex-mix, etc., is just a ruse!!!

    4th: when i first saw the "qwerty" pic, i naturally thought my man Mark was taking care of his woman, so that her future blogs would just "roll" right off the keyboard. yes, i think he has his priorities set. he's looking out for #1.

    5th: i need to send "lucy" up your way one Sunday night... she does wonders!!!

    take care, slu

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    1. Oh Slu, I was waiting for your comment! No man bashing here, just a spew of differences among cleaning habits. Vickilicious? She is fantastic. I have blogger friends with great names. Had I started later, I would have thought of something much more clever for my handle.

      The Lions. I was in such a bad mood halfway through that game. There are no more excuses when it comes to them. Vikings won fair and square. You're partly right, I was grouchy from that moment on. I only hope The Lions can get one more win this season. (Turkey legs anyone?) A genuine shout out to your Texans who are deservedly undefeated.

      You're right when you say Mark was taking care of number one. Somebody has to be number one, eh? Unfortunately, it wasn't my computer he was cleaning. The children, however are rocking their homework out like nobody's business.

      Hey LUUUUUUUCY! I'm the crazy girl who would have to clean her house before the housekeeper came over. I wouldn't want her to think too poorly of me!

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  9. I get the same way on Sunday nights. I always feel in a panic to have every little thing situated and ready for the week. However, it is impossible to organize my chaos, or to really ever have things up to par with my level 10 OCD. I am like a hamster on and endless loop. My OCD gives Mark a gold star for being so thorough in cleaning that keyboard. Yet, I'm with you girl, as I have watched my 40 year old husband push chip bags under the couch because damn if that trash can isn't all the way in the kitchen.

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    1. Hahaha. Good ol' Pete. Being a mom (or dad) requires the hamster wheel. Admit it, it's not always fun, but would we want to be anywhere else? Wait. Don't answer that. I must also admit, the "crunching" sound is gone from the keyboard..:P

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  10. OMG, this is so funny. Cleaning the computer keyboard keys? ROFL. What did you do after that? I am sure you wondered if you were not on another planet instead of at home, lol.
    Barbara
    http://barbsiesmusings.blogspot.com/
    Lagos, Nigeria

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    1. haha! Thanks, Barbara. He really never ceases to amaze me with the little details. We could have people coming over for dinner and he would decide to get out all the nuts, bolts and screws and start to divide them into categories. We definitely are on different wave lengths :( Thanks for your comment!!

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  11. Awwwwwwwwwwww Mark. Now get over here and clean ours! The number 000000000000000000000000000 key is as sticky as all-get-out! See? LOL!!!

    I loved this. And the pics you take. I'm crazy like that EVERY day of the week! Still nothing gets picked up or cleaned by anyone other than moi!
    And, once again, I am replying out of blog order. I guess it's good that I'm replying at all, right? HA!!!!

    Miss ya! <3
    Your non-replying FF ;)

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    1. Yeah, baby! No sticky OOOOOOOOOOOOs here. Yeah, I get that joke all by itself. You feel free to comment in any order you'd like, I missed having you around! The photos. It's hard to take pictures while screaming, "Are YOU kidding me??????". Haha. That's 12 kinds of love right there :)

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  12. I laughed out loud Michele. Reminds me of a young sister of mine who promised to tidy the house, do the dishes as we had visitors coming that night and I was out that day. I arrived home with 30mins to spare before visitors to find messy house and all the dishes in the sink with a dish towel over them! Her response- "people should be coming to visit us not our house". :-)

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    1. Oh, girl. Do not let my husband read that quote. That is excuse GOLD!! I've never understood why we go so crazy over visitors, but live during the weekend like we're a rock band staying in a hotel room. I'm afraid I'll never figure it out. Next Sunday, the Cleaning Olympics will begin... :)

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  13. hahaha I can't wait until my kids are old enough to help me clean! I haven't even thought about that before! SOMEday there will be help..hopefully! TOO funny that your hubby decided to clean the keys instead of the rest of the filthy house..men ;)

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    1. By the way..found you on Life on Peanut Layne. I'm a new follower!

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    2. Welcome to you, Holly! Thanks for your comment. Kids do get older, but their messes also get larger. I feel bad for the way I was grouchy to my mother over my own messiness! Teach them while they're little and NEVER STOP!!

      The man always finds the oddest things to do during the "cleaning rant". You'd think after all of these years, he'd just get the vacuumpalooza over with! I'm sure there will be pencils that need to be sharpened next week :)

      Seriously, thanks for stopping over...and following! Woo Hoo!

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