Domesticity

Okay, I think that's a word, but I'm not completely sure of it.

Anyhow.

My birthday was earlier this month and as my birthday gift my mom came over to help me clean my house. (I know pathetic on my part.) But unfortunately for Fielding, that is one gene/talent/hobby line I completely missed and hid from before coming to earth. I am not in any hidden cranny of the imagination domestic. I don't like cleaning, cooking, laundry, or yard work. I just don't like any of it.

In my defense (or a very small portion of it), I tried warning Fielding before we got married. I told him I hated laundry and hanging up or folding clothes was not something I did. Two days after we got married we had to go out and buy some hangers because he didn't realize it was as bad as I had told him it was.

Whoa, how did I get so distracted? Back to the story at hand. My mom and dad came over on Saturday with cleaning supplies in tow and we started to work. My dad was given bathroom duty and stripping out the seal between the tile and tub. Mom and I started in the kitchen.

Never in my whole life have I thought cleaning could be so gross and dirty, but it was. 409 became my one true friend and I'd seriously consider buying stock because it works so well. We cleaned every inside and outside of every cupboard and organized them to function better. The counters are cuter and cleaner than any I have ever called my own in my entire life. (That includes college.)

My dad finished sealing between the tub and tile and then went to work hanging my tv on the wall. Thankfully we found some studs this time around (way to go Fielding and dad) and now it's sitting pretty.

Sadly, my mom told me she only does this once and it's now my job to keep it up. (Why is it always easier for me to consider paying someone else to do the dirty work than to do it myself?) I guess that's something else to add to my list. That and figuring out how to set up the front room. Who knows. Maybe one day I'll manage to conquer some small realm of domesticity. (Not to mention the fact that my mom said I really needed to start learning how to cook. She even said it in front of Fielding. I could have died!)

Oh well what can you do. I'm off to make sure my list sparkles. =)