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I know, I know.
We've had the key to this house for just over a month now, and I'm still unpacking boxes and bags. I suck. I know.
However, in my sad defense, Captain has unpacked exactly one box in the last month AND the reason I haven't done a lot to the kitchen is that he hasn't actually managed to finish cleaning the cabinets (I would be happy with just the upper ones at this point, so I could put away the dishes and maybe just shove some pans in next to the bowls or something and call it good for awhile), much less finish wiping down the stinky cabinets (in his defense on this one, it took us AGES to find a mold killer that actually seemed to be able to cut the stink down as well). He also has a huge to-do list of things rated by priority (What? Doesn't everyone do that?) that he hasn't managed to put a dent into.
On the other hand, I'm down to less than ten boxes in the kitchen that still need to be opened and sorted out - another four that have been opened and unwrapped and washed off and then everything shoved back in because they're all kitchen things and therefore need a clean non-stinky cabinet to live in. Then a dozen or so boxes of books and booklike things in Captain's office that will need to be unpacked, but I can't do those until the bookcases we finally managed to purchase last night are put together. And finally, there are fifteen or sixteen garbage bags worth of clothes (plus Captain's two laundry baskets full) that need to be hung or folded.
To be honest, I'm not exactly sure why Captain feels he is incapable of folding his own laundry, even just the ones in the clean laundry basket he has stored next to the bed. I mean, it isn't as if I haven't been folding and putting away mine since the second day we actually lived in this house, even before we could actually get into the closet or had a hanger bar...
Basically, what I'm saying here is that Yes, I suck because I am a stay-at-home housewife who has not managed to unpack the house in under a month BUT I am also a stay-at-home housewife married to a works-all-day soldier whom I feel guilty about forcing to do housework all night when he'd rather be playing games on his computer so his list of things isn't actually getting done at all...
I have had to tell him that the halcyon days of coddling are pretty much over as I have nearly run out of things that I can unpack and take care of without him upholding his end of the bargain, and that he's actually going to have to start making a bit more of an effort. Seriously... four evenings work from him netted me one double-wide cleaned and lined cabinet so I could put away some glasses.
Which brings the grand total of cabinets that are clean and usable up to.... TWO.
Also, the stove is covered in taped together garbage bags because he decided at one point that he would work on cleaning the stove hood (another job on his list because OMG so gross) and then he got distracted after about twenty minutes and hasn't touched the stove in over two weeks.
ALSO, the dishwasher still does not work - this is not Captain's fault. The dishwasher has not worked since it was installed. The plumber said the dishwasher was broken and the water was working at the source so there was nothing he could do. Three weeks later the dishwasher repair guy finally shows up and after two five minute appointments over TWO DAYS because he is incompetent, he tells me the dishwasher works just fine, it's the plumbing that is borked. AND he managed to break something under the sink so it leaks again, which is what the original plumber had been in the house dealing with in the first place.
So, I have a kitchen that is almost completely non-functional. I have a fridge, a microwave--both belong to us and were brought into the house--and two cabinets that I can use. The rest? Unusable.
AND AND AND, I have a fic I Need to work on, and had fully expected to be nearly done with by now except for the above issues with the house.
Am considering just saying f-it all and locking myself in my office to write and not cleaning or unpacking anything else until Captain is done with his list.
Also, I woke up queasy at three am and still feel like I may vomit at any moment and I do not know why.
We've had the key to this house for just over a month now, and I'm still unpacking boxes and bags. I suck. I know.
However, in my sad defense, Captain has unpacked exactly one box in the last month AND the reason I haven't done a lot to the kitchen is that he hasn't actually managed to finish cleaning the cabinets (I would be happy with just the upper ones at this point, so I could put away the dishes and maybe just shove some pans in next to the bowls or something and call it good for awhile), much less finish wiping down the stinky cabinets (in his defense on this one, it took us AGES to find a mold killer that actually seemed to be able to cut the stink down as well). He also has a huge to-do list of things rated by priority (What? Doesn't everyone do that?) that he hasn't managed to put a dent into.
On the other hand, I'm down to less than ten boxes in the kitchen that still need to be opened and sorted out - another four that have been opened and unwrapped and washed off and then everything shoved back in because they're all kitchen things and therefore need a clean non-stinky cabinet to live in. Then a dozen or so boxes of books and booklike things in Captain's office that will need to be unpacked, but I can't do those until the bookcases we finally managed to purchase last night are put together. And finally, there are fifteen or sixteen garbage bags worth of clothes (plus Captain's two laundry baskets full) that need to be hung or folded.
To be honest, I'm not exactly sure why Captain feels he is incapable of folding his own laundry, even just the ones in the clean laundry basket he has stored next to the bed. I mean, it isn't as if I haven't been folding and putting away mine since the second day we actually lived in this house, even before we could actually get into the closet or had a hanger bar...
Basically, what I'm saying here is that Yes, I suck because I am a stay-at-home housewife who has not managed to unpack the house in under a month BUT I am also a stay-at-home housewife married to a works-all-day soldier whom I feel guilty about forcing to do housework all night when he'd rather be playing games on his computer so his list of things isn't actually getting done at all...
I have had to tell him that the halcyon days of coddling are pretty much over as I have nearly run out of things that I can unpack and take care of without him upholding his end of the bargain, and that he's actually going to have to start making a bit more of an effort. Seriously... four evenings work from him netted me one double-wide cleaned and lined cabinet so I could put away some glasses.
Which brings the grand total of cabinets that are clean and usable up to.... TWO.
Also, the stove is covered in taped together garbage bags because he decided at one point that he would work on cleaning the stove hood (another job on his list because OMG so gross) and then he got distracted after about twenty minutes and hasn't touched the stove in over two weeks.
ALSO, the dishwasher still does not work - this is not Captain's fault. The dishwasher has not worked since it was installed. The plumber said the dishwasher was broken and the water was working at the source so there was nothing he could do. Three weeks later the dishwasher repair guy finally shows up and after two five minute appointments over TWO DAYS because he is incompetent, he tells me the dishwasher works just fine, it's the plumbing that is borked. AND he managed to break something under the sink so it leaks again, which is what the original plumber had been in the house dealing with in the first place.
So, I have a kitchen that is almost completely non-functional. I have a fridge, a microwave--both belong to us and were brought into the house--and two cabinets that I can use. The rest? Unusable.
AND AND AND, I have a fic I Need to work on, and had fully expected to be nearly done with by now except for the above issues with the house.
Am considering just saying f-it all and locking myself in my office to write and not cleaning or unpacking anything else until Captain is done with his list.
Also, I woke up queasy at three am and still feel like I may vomit at any moment and I do not know why.