There are certain household chores which seem to fall on my shoulders.
There are several points of view
- I do them so well that everyone (DH included) just leaves them for me
- I am fussy about how they are done, so they are left for me
- No one else cares, but me, so they are left for me
- or (and I highly suspect this one) my reactions are so over the top that watching me explode makes up for living with the highly unpleasant till I get home
Currently I am favoring the last; at least it gives a partial explanation as to why anyone in their right mind/s would live with the contents of the fridge for the 2 1/2 months I have been gone. I know that I have complained about this before, but it seems that I am the only one who can clean out expired goods. There were various dairy products tucked into the back that you really didn’t want to see. I didn’t even take photos – they were so green and fuzzy. Yogurt is not supposed to sit on the shelve that long. Neither are quark or cream cheese – at least not if they have been opened.
Why are all the molds green? I could have really used a bit of another color while in my scrape, flush and rise ire.
By the time I was done, the slimy, the outdated and the just plain funky were gone leaving nothing to eat other than condiments (jelly with mustard on parmesan cheese anyone?), one bottle of wine and a few of beer. According to the guy, he has been buying just for the couple of days a week he is in residence. The Eldest who comes through to exercise and for laundry brings and consumes her own food while all the other goodies are left to happily molder in piece.
If that wasn’t enough – there is this –
Hello? How hard is it to
ending up with this
After accomplishing this easy task twice (one bathroom dispenser and the same exact model in the kitchen) once again hand cleanliness has become easy.
Good thing I didn’t bring home Norovirus……