So I came home today (Tuesday) after leaving Monday morning, and I came home to a sink full of dishes and a sticky toilet seat. Not tiny little sprinkle drops - big fat drops. Ok yes, most of the dishes in the sink were mine, but they weren't all mine, BUT I figured if I'm going to be the only one to clean the bathroom, then he is going to be in charge of the kitchen. Well of course that's not how it worked. I unloaded and loaded the dishwasher tonight, I had JUST cleaned the bathroom on Sunday.
So... today is the day I exploded. Some of you heard most of this already, but for those of you that didn't, this is how it went:
Me: Seriously you need to remember to put up the seat when you pee... I'm tired of cleaning the toilet seat before I use it every time.
Art: Sorry. You're vastly out-numbered, ya know. But yay you're cleaning!
Me: Actually it was all you because the boys weren't here yesterday plus you're the only one that pees out sugar, leaving a sticky residue. And I already cleaned the toilet on Sunday... someone has to do it.
Art: I never said it wasn't *me* I just said you were outnumbered. But your chemical analysis is fascinating. Do you put on latex gloves before you check for stickiness?
Me: Nope, I sat on it once. Never made that mistake again. You can see it's sticky. Looks like drops of dried syrup. You should look into patenting that as an adhesive then you will have lots of money - yay!
Art: Well it doesn't work very well. You managed to get up. Hey if I pee in other places around the house will you clean there too?
Me: Don't start with the cleaning because besides your room you don't lift a finger. Your dog's hair is in balls under everything until I clean it - oh and btw I'm here half the time you are so it's your filth.
Me: You used to have the wipies out when you cooked at the condo yet here you drop a whole pizza upside down in my oven and you don't even scrape the chunks out. I've noticed you cleaned the bathroom once since living here - and you having your 6 year old do it doesn't count cuz he cleans... well like a 6 year old. About as well as you do. My space is dusty and messy but I'm not dirty like you... Seriously a monster could crawl out of the toilet and you wouldn't care. Hey is the sticky pee to keep them trapped on the toilet? Hey look at that, you have a real superpower after all.
Art: Wow. That was a pretty nasty tirade. Managed to use my diabetes, my son and my like for coming books all in one rant.
Me: I toned it down...
Art: It was impressive. Feel better?
Me: Maybe. But can you please clean up after you use the toilet?
Art: I'm not sure your presentation deserves the respect of a response. We have a month and a half left. Let's leave it at that.
Me: Well I also don't deserve to clean up someone else's pee so me or my son don't sit on it. that seems common courtesy to me. 55 days to be exact.
Me again: And don't worry - I'm avoiding being here as much as possible. If I could move this weekend I would.
Art: I apologized, I tried to keep it light and fun. I don't want to fight with you or say mean things to you. I'm a little taken back at how hateful you're being.
Me: Your sarcastic apology doesn't count lol I'm not being hateful I'm just at wits end and need my own space as soon as humanly possible.
Art: I'm sorry. And if that isn't your idea of 'hateful' comments I'm afraid to really make you mad. Of course there was still my daughter and my writing left.
I didn't reply... he should be home soon. Wonder what that's gonna be like.
UGH!!!!!! My heart was beating so fast I was so mad I swear if I could have walked out and never come back I would have. I can't take this anymore...
55 days left... Will I survive??? WILL HE?
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