I woke up just before five this morning. I decided I wanted tea, as you do. Turns out my new teacups are not microwave safe. (Few are.) so I need the kettle.
There is no room to fill the kettle. One side of the sink has required cleaning for weeks, with some truly grody dishes waiting for me because, quelle surprise! being in a depressive funk will do that to a person. So… I start tackling the dishes. Grumbling some too, because there are MORE dishes now on the “utterly filthy don’t put anything else in there or risk contaminating it!” side of the sink… for some reason.
So… I start in on ALL of them. And then proceed to turn the water as hot as possible to tackle some of the glass cups I know will scrub off if I just practically boil them and wash them a dozen times. (they have a cut pattern so… extra cleaning is very necessary.) It takes me two hours. I say what the fuck, I’ll scrub out the stainless steel sink with some brillo, and then sweep and scrub the spots off the floor. I do that…
I need a shower. Pretty desperately, at this point. so I leave everything; including my partner’s tea kettle/brew master thing; recently scrubbed and pretty and go to get a shower. Well… fuck. Ok so the shower is a mess and fuck this bathroom. So, what do? I spray the shower with foaming soap, scrub off the sink, sweep and dust-buster the floor, and rinse down the sink and the bathroom ledge. (It’s important to note, the ledge is INSIDE the shower.)
I start to scoop out the litter tray and take out the trash… as soon as my back is turned, I hear a loud crash and the sound of water.
That FUCKING GOD DAMNED CAT tried to jump on the ledge, got caught on the shower hose; our showerhead attaches to a hose for ease of self and shower cleaning; and BROKE THE RING that holds it onto the wall mount. So I have to go wrap a towel around the fucking mount, unscrew the hose, and push down the stopper so water stops running to the shower head.
I was reduced to kneeling on the shower floor, taking a splash bath, just to get clean enough so I can now go to Target, pick up a NEW shower head, and try to install it. I officially hate everything.
House Of Crows 