May 12, 2008
My husband's two friends from Farsi class share an apartment (because we've all seen the state of the barracks around here). They come over often for dinner, but we had never been to their place. My husband goes over there one day and comes home and, on a stack of Bibles, says, "Man, their house is clean! And so tidy! Not like ours." Heh. That gem of a compliment was made to me on Valentine's Day, no less.
So the first time I go to their apartment for shooting day, I nearly have a heart attack. Three single junior enlisted soldiers live there, and I swear to you I would've eaten off the floor. It was immaculate.
And all of a sudden I felt mighty ashamed of all the times they'd been in my grubby house.
Two of the roommates deployed last weekend, so my husband's buddy is all alone, just like I am. My husband told him that we should hang out while they're away, and he promised his friend that he didn't have to fear him Marsellus-Wallace-style. And that I wouldn't snort heroin up my nose and have to be jabbed in the heart with a syringe.
So his buddy is coming over for dinner tonight while the gettin's still good, while I can still cook before morning sickness sets in. I'm making him my favorite: saltimbocca alla Romana. Then I thought we could watch the "Fun With Veal" South Park.
Thus I've spent the entire morning on my hands and knees scrubbing the kitchen floor. And cleaning windowsills. And vacuuming. And doing everything I can to hide the fact that a full-time soldier keeps his place cleaner than a full-time wife does.
Seriously, they make me look like a slob.
Back to work.
Posted by: Sarah at
| Comments (5)
| Add Comment
Post contains 300 words, total size 2 kb.
One of the best movies Evah!
The path of the righteous man is beset on all sides by the iniquities of the selfish and the tyranny of evil men. Blessed is he, who in the name of charity and good will, shepherds the weak through the valley of darkness, for he is truly his brother's keeper and the finder of lost children. And I will strike down upon thee with great vengeance and furious anger those who would attempt to poison and destroy my brothers. And you will know my name is the Lord when I lay my vengeance upon thee.
Posted by: Mare at May 12, 2008 05:03 AM (EI19G)
I never had morning sickness so much as feeling DAMN exhausted. If you didn't feel tired before, I would think you would after the 'shame cleaning'. How funny...
Posted by: Tonya at May 12, 2008 07:00 AM (KV0YP)
That cleaning thing could be a result of pregnancy, nest building so to speak.
Posted by: Ruth H at May 12, 2008 08:01 AM (Y4oAO)
Oh IÂ’m sorry. Where you finished Flock of Seagulls? Please allow me to retort.
Posted by: tim at May 12, 2008 08:09 AM (nno0f)
I think that is an Army thing. My husband kept his barracks room immaculate when we were dating, this from a guy who now will clean but only if I am not involved because I only get in the way. Its either his way or my way. Its gotta be an Army thing, else I'm not ever going to stand up to being perfect, but I gotta tell you, I have walked through some nasty houses in my 20 years, and it makes me feel validated, even if I need to dust and mop my floor, there is clean, there is immaculate and there is NASTY.....I think you probably fall into clean, just like me.....they can keep the immaculate....way too much time and I like to have some fun in my life.....enjoy your dinner.
Posted by: A Soldier's Wife at May 12, 2008 09:32 AM (U2GKz)
| Add Comment
Comments are disabled.
Post is locked.
44kb generated in CPU 0.0502, elapsed 0.13 seconds.
48 queries taking 0.1064 seconds, 175 records returned.
Powered by Minx 1.1.6c-pink.