Still Life: Insufficient Spoons
Feb. 13th, 2018 05:21 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
danceswithgaryI was doing well today by running 3 loads of clothes thru the washer and dryer. Folding can wait for a day or two. Still feeling okay, I decide to start dinner before Gary gets home from skiing.
Sweet potatoes rinsing in one side of my double-sink, I pull out a package of chicken breasts to roast with an apple barbecue sauce - a favorite.
Ew. The chicken package leaked and, since I was an idiot and forgot to put it on a plate, the blood pooled on the bottom glass shelf and down the side.
Wonderful.
Gary still hadn't managed to clean up the boysenberry syrup spill from a few weeks back - despite my asking several times - so I sigh and begin the cleanup because I prefer a refrigerator that doesn't make me retch from the smell when I open it.
Glass shelf out and in the sink, I decide to also tackle the congealed syrup. I pull out the vegetable bins to find a mess under there. However that's just the start because when I lever up the plastic part of the shelf, there's a cascade of syrup that had been trapped under there. There must have been half a bottle spilled down the back of the refrigerator from the top shelf - which still hadn't been cleaned because Gary found it easier to simply rearrange around the puddle after insisting I leave the cleaning to him.
The dogs circle me warily because I'm turning the air blue, but at least they're smart enough to stay out of the way.
30 minutes later, drenched in sweat and shaking, I return shelves and food to their allotted places before sitting down with some juice.
Just as I hit the button on my beautiful automated recliner, I remember the sweet potatoes and chicken still sitting in the other side of the sink.
Gary's still not home and the dogs are giving me their 'we're starving' look.
F*ck.
Spoons.
I have no more spoons.
ETA: I managed to get dinner in the oven and the dogs fed before Gary walked into the usual welcoming chorus. This was such a ridiculous thing to be pissed off about because there are so many out there without food or refrigerators or that work all day before coming home to housework. I know I'm fortunate, but every now and then....
Sweet potatoes rinsing in one side of my double-sink, I pull out a package of chicken breasts to roast with an apple barbecue sauce - a favorite.
Ew. The chicken package leaked and, since I was an idiot and forgot to put it on a plate, the blood pooled on the bottom glass shelf and down the side.
Wonderful.
Gary still hadn't managed to clean up the boysenberry syrup spill from a few weeks back - despite my asking several times - so I sigh and begin the cleanup because I prefer a refrigerator that doesn't make me retch from the smell when I open it.
Glass shelf out and in the sink, I decide to also tackle the congealed syrup. I pull out the vegetable bins to find a mess under there. However that's just the start because when I lever up the plastic part of the shelf, there's a cascade of syrup that had been trapped under there. There must have been half a bottle spilled down the back of the refrigerator from the top shelf - which still hadn't been cleaned because Gary found it easier to simply rearrange around the puddle after insisting I leave the cleaning to him.
The dogs circle me warily because I'm turning the air blue, but at least they're smart enough to stay out of the way.
30 minutes later, drenched in sweat and shaking, I return shelves and food to their allotted places before sitting down with some juice.
Just as I hit the button on my beautiful automated recliner, I remember the sweet potatoes and chicken still sitting in the other side of the sink.
Gary's still not home and the dogs are giving me their 'we're starving' look.
F*ck.
Spoons.
I have no more spoons.
ETA: I managed to get dinner in the oven and the dogs fed before Gary walked into the usual welcoming chorus. This was such a ridiculous thing to be pissed off about because there are so many out there without food or refrigerators or that work all day before coming home to housework. I know I'm fortunate, but every now and then....