CG's Tripping

So once again, CG is on a business trip, and I take on the daily trials alone. Managed in style last night and even got my eldest dinner (a daring chili in a mug in MY car) before 7:30 for once. The youngest were in bed before 8:30(their official bedtime) and I don't think that's been achieved for a while. I guess we just have too much fun with CG.

One of the greatest achievements of the night was that all the crazy bits and pieces of our coffee maker made it into the dishwasher. I usually always neglect that part and then suffer later. CG is great in that (when here) he is always the dishwasher and the maker of coffee and hence cleaner of the machines--even though he's a coffee snob and only makes espresso for himself.

So back to dishwashing...hmmm...well let's say with the stomach flu floating around in Chase's classroom (although we haven't got it-double knock on wood)... I wanted to be super safe. So I used the uber meticulous, super sanitizing with extra heat and dry cycle. So this morning, dishes should be sparkling, yes?

Uh, resounding NO! Some background is in order; CG thinks the 30-minute express cycle with energy saving is fine for everything -- although the reason for the cost of the gall-darned dishwasher is all those cycles and heated elements that can take 2-3 hours to wash. More importantly, CG thinks that since we paid an astronomical sum for our dishwasher with garbage disposal, that he should not have to rinse or scrape the dishes. So we often have noodles, whole broccoli florets, chicken bones, and all matters of food too big to fit in the hole to get to the disposal and too solid to dissolve until weeks later. During those weeks of decay, usually we get flecks of food and a film on our glasses and anything transparent. Silverware doesn't fare too well either. All these still dirty dishes still miraculously make it into our cupboards where CG never cops to seeing the chunks floating in water glasses and hardened food in the silverware drawer...

And then we go back to my coffeemaker. Since I don't make or clean it because CG insists, I haven't really looked inside the insulated thermal carafe in a LOOONG while. Well, today, after super duper sani-rinse, there was the most disgusting brown, toxic waste film with brown chunks inside. My stomach revolted. My first thought was dysentery. Yep, my husband wants to kill me while he has an alibi in Oakland. That's it. He wants all the kids in their sticky, defiant, messy glory...He wants all the housecleaning, lawn mowing, and carpooling to himself. That monster! I know for sure he can't wait to clean up the vomit when the kids finally do get the nasty stomach bug....

Err, well maybe not, but he's definitely tripping if he thinks I am going to let him continue coffee duties. I need my caffeine sludge clean and pure, people!

Blog Stats: 27.3 minutes walked for .45 miles and 85 calories (27 fat calories )

'lisciously scribed by Scout's Honor @ 7:28 AM