It IS Monday, After All

It IS Monday, the sky IS overcast and dreary. Since it is also a day without HeWho rehabilitates, I had big plans. Well laid plans. I sipped my coffee, itching for his departure, chomping at the bit to be about the business of thoroughly cleaning this dusty room I am now sitting in.

I can't get anything done to my satisfaction while he is underfoot. He would be in his lift recliner, sucking on candy or chomping on juicy fruit gum, watching Live PD at warp volume. Dare I block his view? Like I could stand to even be in the room with the volume of the TV. There are times when I wonder why my ears aren't bleeding.

Before you tell me that he needs hearing aids, know that he has them. Don't suggest that they need to be adjusted, as I have already planted that seed. We have to wait a bit until he thinks it was his idea.

So, I drained my coffee cup and dressed myself, started the laundry, made the bed and was making some headway. I was sneezing, of course and decided to brew another cup of coffee (a forbidden luxury that makes me heart tap out an off beat rhythm). My throat was dry and I longed for the hot jolt that would perk me up. I had the cup in my hand while I was relocating all the things that were out of place.

I was going  back and forth and put that cup down …. somewhere. I wanted another sip. I looked and looked. I even went into rooms I had not been into. I could not find that cup of coffee. This must be why I stay in the same spot to drink coffee every morning. I finally gave up on the coffee and the ability to focus on the task at hand. I gathered all the trash and garbage for the man of the house to dispose of upon his return … him already being dressed for the slushy mix of snow and mud in the way of the dumpster.

I found the now cold coffee and dumped it. Then I decided to tackle the table next to the master's chair. Did I think this would put me in a better frame of mind? It did not. I muttered things best left unsaid as I tossed candy wrappers, half eaten suckers and every bit of paper that has touched his hands since the last time I did this. I had given him the task of going through stacks of old documents and such when I purged the store filing cabinet. Looks like he kept more than he tossed - his new shredder sits idle. In no particular order did he "set aside" those items he deemed "important".

I am not his secretary, have never wanted to be a secretary, preferring to have one, not be one. It would be a full time job and I have other things I want to do. Having purged myself here, I will now get back to work. I will do everything except vacuum and take the trash out, or go to the box and get the mail. He likes those chores.