I spent this week helping Mom move from one condo to another...my back hurts, my feet hurt, my arms hurt...you get the picture. Anyway, all of that is understandable, mom was just moving up one floor, so we did the majority of moving ourselves. Okay, but someone explain this next part to me. Mom's house now looks fantastic. A few things, like the custom draperies, are not arriving till next week, and her office needs sorting out, but other than that, she's done and the place is more than just livable, it's almost a show home once again. However, my house now looks like a tornado hit it.
Apparently my week went something like this:
Get up around 6, head to the bathroom while shedding anything I might be wearing along the way. Shower and get ready, go upstairs feed the cats, make breakfast and a lunch for mom and I, leave the kitchen in a mess, head to mom's. Work at mom's, come home around 11pm. Unload whatever junk I have now inherited into my living room, check email, check phone messages, work till 2 am. Head downstairs and shed all clothing along the way, climb into bed, sleep till 6:30 and start all over again. Not once did I put an article of clothing in the clothes hamper, load the dishwasher, put anything away that I brought from mom's etc. Now seriously, if I wasn't single this just wouldn't happen.
Just one more reason why I need a guy...er wait a minute. What if I wasn't single. what then? Would I really come home, and put things away....probably. BUT, what if it was more like I put things away and then had to cook dinner for him, clean the kitchen, head down to do both of our laundry, then headed to bed where I would have a whole other job waiting for me...then start all over?
Oh alright, I admit there are some perks, I wouldn't have to mow the lawn, take out the garbage or move the loveseat into the other room. But you know what, it's 9 am and the garbage is out, the loveseat has been moved and the lawn is can wait till tomorrow. Maybe I've been approaching this all wrong, maybe what I really need is a guy who can cook, decorate, knows how to wash clothes properly and loves to go shopping with my mom. That way I can come home from work, take out the garbage, and mow the lawn before he calls me in to enjoy the fabulous dinner he cooked to go with the red wine he picked up on the way home from shopping with mom.
Any gay men out there looking for a roommate?
Ciao
Swapna
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Yes, you clearly need a gay husband. Cause I have straight one, and you've seen how much of that stuff he does.
ROFLMAO!
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