And in the light of day: I've made my hands busy and my mind numb, albeit disgusted, cleaning this filthy house. The kitchen floors were black and sticky from drunken cooking and spilled beer. (gosh sound like reading fiction, but alas its my kitchen floor...) The living room floor was much the same from tracked dirt and muck. Its the same as it looked when I cleaned at Christmas... Its always like this and at times I walk by to see if anyone, Nabal, will snap the hell out of it and take ownership. Nope. Its 'women's'work. Period.
Nabal came in while I was going over the kitchen floor for the second time. He smiles sheepishly...saying, "Hi chicita." Solicited if I needed the trash taken out. Told him he could do what he felt like doing. (I refuse to be his mothere, his conscience, or his taskmaster.) He grabbed food left over from the night before. Asked if he could take it... Then asked for a hug goodbye. (this is what infuriates me!) Stood there with outstretched arms. I kept mopping. He leaned over and tried to kiss my arm.
Now he's the poor victim of mean old me... Grrrrrrr! Damn head games!
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