My home is a mess
So it's been three months since I have had my gorgeous dress on and took Mike as my husband. I love being married and being with Mike again. Last month or the month before while Mike and I were driving around from somewhere he shocked me by saying something. He told me that I made him proud. I made him proud by planning and overseeing such a beautiful wedding.
I'm taking a break in cleaning up the apartment for the millionth time. I cleaned up the bedroom and closet last night. You know, I like doing laundry, but I just don't like putting it away. I've come to the conclusion that I need to do laundry every other weekend because when we did laundry last week, we occupied 10 washers and nine dryers. Completely crazy let me tell you. I finally put the last half of the laundry away last night.
The bathroom is somewhat clean. Mike just needs to clean the sink because it's his crap on the sink. Leftover shavings, adhesive junk, and water. At least he hung up his towel this morning after taking his shower.
The kitchen is a different story. It's always a mess when Mike's home for the evening meal. When it's just me, it's clean because my evening meal is a tv dinner or raviolis, or spaghettios. However when he's home, it's always a full meal. Last night we had Salisbury steak, stuffing, and pasta roni. I passed out last night before I was able to put the leftover food away. However Mike did put it away, just didn't soak it. You would think he would do it, but at least he did one thing. I've put the clean dishes away and cleaning it up again. I'll have another load because of all the pans that we used last night. I'll need to go through the fridge before I take out the trash because it is just stinking. I don't know which is stinking worse, the fridge or the trash.
The living room is a mess like normal. Half of it is mine as Mike said he wanted to take the boxes that were marked for the computer desk to be emptied and organized in the desk. It's almost done, but it's just those last few things that need to be put away. The other half is of Mike's schooling and him playing Wii last night. I love him to death, but he never thinks about picking up after himself. I know now what I put my parents through. Brings everything into light now I guess.
I've been feeling lonely again. I'll be here for Thanksgiving spending it with Mike's family. Which I don't know if I'm happy about it. It's a different pace of holidays.
That's all for now though, bye . . .
I'm taking a break in cleaning up the apartment for the millionth time. I cleaned up the bedroom and closet last night. You know, I like doing laundry, but I just don't like putting it away. I've come to the conclusion that I need to do laundry every other weekend because when we did laundry last week, we occupied 10 washers and nine dryers. Completely crazy let me tell you. I finally put the last half of the laundry away last night.
The bathroom is somewhat clean. Mike just needs to clean the sink because it's his crap on the sink. Leftover shavings, adhesive junk, and water. At least he hung up his towel this morning after taking his shower.
The kitchen is a different story. It's always a mess when Mike's home for the evening meal. When it's just me, it's clean because my evening meal is a tv dinner or raviolis, or spaghettios. However when he's home, it's always a full meal. Last night we had Salisbury steak, stuffing, and pasta roni. I passed out last night before I was able to put the leftover food away. However Mike did put it away, just didn't soak it. You would think he would do it, but at least he did one thing. I've put the clean dishes away and cleaning it up again. I'll have another load because of all the pans that we used last night. I'll need to go through the fridge before I take out the trash because it is just stinking. I don't know which is stinking worse, the fridge or the trash.
The living room is a mess like normal. Half of it is mine as Mike said he wanted to take the boxes that were marked for the computer desk to be emptied and organized in the desk. It's almost done, but it's just those last few things that need to be put away. The other half is of Mike's schooling and him playing Wii last night. I love him to death, but he never thinks about picking up after himself. I know now what I put my parents through. Brings everything into light now I guess.
I've been feeling lonely again. I'll be here for Thanksgiving spending it with Mike's family. Which I don't know if I'm happy about it. It's a different pace of holidays.
That's all for now though, bye . . .