Well, after two days of moaning quietly to myself
Folded up the blanket that surrounded me for
As I stepped through the entranceway into the
Every cupboard door was wide open. Like
The dogfood dish was empty.
The garbage was overflowing with empty bean cans,
Strangely enough,
Forging past all this, I manage to make my way into the
Calmly I wrap a clean towel around me and begin cleaning
Then moving to the kitchen to sweep, scrub, re-tile, scrap
I collect 23 loads of laundry and start the washing machine.
Still wrapped only in the towel, after an hour and half
Mr Happy comes home to pick up some materials for
He steps into the living room and sees me sitting there, tired,
"Hey... Dave? How are you feeling?"
I just look at him.
"Um... the house looks really nice.
He struggles.
"We stacked the dishes"
He swallows nervously.
"I heard the washing machine end when I came in,
He tries.
"You mad at me?"
I look up from my seated position.
"Have you been wearing my clothes?
He looks away. He opens his coat to reveal my best
"I'm sorry, mine were all dirty"
I nod.
"Um. Can I get you anything?"
"Give me my damn sweatshirt."
He blinks, removes his coat and takes off the shirt, handing
I can't believe he did that.
He sees my attitude warming simply because of that
"Want some coffee?"
"No." I sulk.
He moves right beside my chair and gets down on the floor
"Want me to find your jeans?"
"No." I pout.
He sighs, I see the wheels turning in his head and look
"We don't do very well when you're not up and around to
He's reaching, but is actually doing quite well.
"Um...yes... and when you're sick, which isn't very
I tilt my head to the side a little, a small smile begins to
He's more than encouraged now, shifts his posture a little
"I'm so glad you're up. You look much better. I'm
My smile begins in earnest.
"How about something special for dinner tonight?"
He smiles that killer, dimpled sexy smile of his.
"I'll take a roast out of the freezer for you. I should be home
*BAM*
He instantly realizes his mistake.
"Wait! No .... ack! Uhhhhh would you prefer going out?"
I get up from the chair... he follows me, hands outstretched..
"Wait Dave... we.. uh... we could go anywhere you want...
I walk to the bedroom in search of my jeans. Shaking my
"Stop! Argh... !!!!"
I find them, and slip them on, looking around for some
"OK I'M SORRY!"
I stop and look at him.
"And???"
He grasps for words.
"I should have helped more?"
I sigh...
"You're a Goddess???"
Works every time. Lay on enough guilt and not only
I haven't lost my touch.
I'm evil.
I love it.
on the couch battling some illness or other, I finally
got up this morning.
two days, lovingly patting it for all it's comfort
and support and tossed it into the washing machine
before making my way upstairs.
kitchen, I was stopped short.
arms reaching out for me. Not one dish was
in the glasses/plates area. Nor was there any
silverware at all in the bin. The fridge door seemed
to be ajar and upon my intial glance, quite empty.
At least the dishes were stacked,
every single one we owned in fact.
Something orange was growing mold
on the eastside corner of the new tile and I'm pretty sure
if I wasn't so fearful of a closer look, there was an offering
to the floor Gods of some kind of meat in the other corner.
hotdog wrappings, fruit loops boxes and gingerale tins.
upon inspection of the demons bedrooms, they looked
completely untouched. My curiousity was satisfied when
I peer into *my* bedroom, to find their pillows mingled with
the bedding, knowing they all had campouts while I was
downstairs.
bathroom. Towels strewn here and there, the tap in
the bath not quite turned all the way off. And I'm beginning
to think nobody flushed in two days. Calmly I turn the
shower on, get in and sigh deeply feeling the heat cascade
over my aching, still slightly ill body. Gingerly avoiding
placing my feet near mud that was once outside but is now
in small piles in my bath.
what used to be a very nice bathroom. Flushing, rinsing,
scrubbing, sweeping, deoderizing, sandblasting, fumigating,
and washing mirrors.
unknown orange goo, wash dishes and floors, sanitize
and burn about 12 sticks of incense.
I straighen up my bedroom.
I vaccum the living room, putting furniture back where it
belongs, turning off all three televisions throughout the
house, along with every single light that has been left
burning, probably for two days.
of cleaning, I collapse in a chair in the living room.
a job, steps into the kitchen, wearing his boots and halts
halfway through, goes back and kicks them off in the hallway,
trying desperately to wipe away the size 11 footprints before
I see them.
out of strength and now pretty cold in just a stupid towel.
I was going to get the boys to help me tidy up tonight,
you didn't have to do this."
I stare.
He shifts uncomfortably.
I yawn.
what I should put some stuff in the dryer for you?"
I blink and examine my nails.
I can't find my jeans, and
all my sweatshirts are missing from my drawer."
sweatshirt.
it to me. He still has a tshirt from under it.
But of course, I take it, throw off
the towel and quickly put it on, his body heat and the glorious
scent of Drakkar still on it. I sit back down and pull it over my
knees to get warm.
blasted Drakkar. Damn him anyways. He steps closer,
feeling encouraged.
in front of me, putting his hands on my shoulders.
Damn he smells good.
away.
take care of us you know. Three struggling men without
a leg to stand on without you"
I look at him, encouraging him to continue.
often, we sorta of ..... um.... we're lost, yeah that's it.
And all we want is for you to get better!"
twitch at the corners of my mouth.
more, his hands smoothing up and down my arms.
Not only am I enjoying this, but it's warming me up to him.
It's been two days, after all.
sorry about the mess, really. I'd like to make it up to you"
His hands massage at my shoulders.
I smile broadly in return. Thinking "RED LOBSTER!!!"
by around 6pm if you could have it ready by then, ok?"
The smile disappears.
I stiffen in his arms.
Shame really, he was doing so well.
I could bring dinner home... ack!"
head.
socks. Trying to ignore him.
I see the pathetic hope written all over
his face, the tension knotting inside him.
"AND????"
do you get the shirt off someone's back, you get taken
out for dinner and are proclaimed a Goddess.
Now... to work on the demons.
I might actually get three days of spotless bedroom
cleaning, no complaining and some damn good
"you're the best mom in the world" comments.
Take me home!
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