Everyday Randomness

Driving Me Crazy

The past couple weeks have been really hectic for me.  I think I mentioned  previously that hubby’s friend was moving in with us.  That has been a huge adjustment for me.  See, I’m very picky about my space.  My house may be a wreck, but I know where everything is.  If you move ONE thing, I’ll likely throw a bitch fit over it because that one thing might be my little “landmark” that references to a dozen other things.  Hubby’s friend has been driving me crazy.  I understand he is just trying to help, especially now that hubby is mostly off his feet for awhile, but sometimes helping me, especially when it comes to cleaning, is not a good thing.

Even hubby knows that when he’s helping me clean, he always asks me what to do with everything he finds.  Otherwise he’ll end up placing something where I’ll never find it.  Today I had to have a heart to heart with hubby’s friend.  We came home from the grocery store and found him cleaning the kitchen.  Normally that’s the one room I would happily let him take over, but as soon as I walked into the kitchen I was pissed.  See, my washer and dryer are in the kitchen as well, so normally I throw the next load to wash in the floor in front of the washer.  I came home to find all of my bathroom rugs and the cloth part of my shower curtain that were in my “to wash” pile in the trash!

I flipped out as I dug them out of the trash, and I went off on the friend.  He said he threw them away because the shower curtain looked a little dingy around the bottom, and the bath mats had cat hair on them.   WTF?  Okay so the cat likes to roll around on the mats, but this is why I WASH them.  Hubby has a tendency to put both curtains (the plastic inner one and the outer decorative one) in the tub when he showers, so the bottom always gets dingy.  It’s cloth.  I throw it in the washer!  I tried to explain this, and dude just kept saying “I’ll buy more rugs and a new curtain!”  I said what part do you not understand?  I don’t want you buying new rugs!  Think like a woman!  These rugs MEAN something to me.  Okay, so maybe I went a little overboard, but these aren’t just solid colored bathroom rugs.  These are decorative rugs with frogs on lily pads.  The shower curtain matches.  I looked everywhere to find something like this, then I waited almost 6 months to receive them because they were back ordered!

Why is it so hard for men to understand that you don’t fuck with a woman and her house?  I know I may have been a little hard on him, but I’m having a very hard time adjusting to all of this.  I’m being nice and giving the guy a place to live while he saves money for his own place.  Otherwise he wouldn’t be able to keep the good paying job he has to get back on his feet.  My generosity does not give you the right to come into my home and change things, especially when it involves you blowing money that you should be saving!

This guy has done nothing but try to change everything about my house since he got here.  If he isn’t throwing away things I like, he’s trying to move my furniture around the way he likes it, or rearranging my cabinets.  How many times do I have to say I’m too short to reach things on the top shelf?  That means your shit goes up there, mine stays down here!  Don’t move my shit to the top shelf so you can have the bottom one!  I feel like I’m in college again sharing a campus apartment with 6 beauty queens…only this is worse.

Don’t even get me started on the fact that he tried to throw a way the last Christmas card we we received from hubby’s grandmother.  It’s something that’s precious to hubby because it’s the last one he’ll ever receive from her.  She passed away from cancer less than a month later.