More Buckets, But Not a List

I’m going to preface this post with one thought:  I love my husband and I think he’s great.  Wouldn’t trade him for anything.

OK, now on with the complaining:

The other day, while Chloe was at preschool, I was tackling the dreaded ‘to-do’ list.  It was about an hour before I had to leave to get her, and I still had to shower.  Next on the list?  Mopping the kitchen floor.  No problem.  I can sweep and mop the floor in about twenty minutes.  I sweep.  I decide that I’ll have a smoke while the bucket is filling with water.  I get the Spic-and-Span, the mop and…and…where the hell is the bucket?

I usually keep it in the laundry room.  With the mop.  Mops and buckets should go together, right?  The laundry room is not all that big, but I rifle through it…searching.  Not there.  I vaguely remembered that Tony had it in his hand over the weekend.  I believe he was feeding his plants.  OK, fine.  I go to the garage.  I see gardening stuff, but no bucket.  I look all around.  Nothing.  I go outside.  Search the backyard.  Nothing.

Now I’m pissed.  We have ONE bucket for this household.  (I’m assuming that the other bucket we USED to have is now property of Downey’s House).  I start slamming doors.  Tony was at work until 3 am, so he’s not awake.  I have to sneak into the bedroom anyway, because I need to get out of the clothes that I wore the entire day before, and kept on to take the kids to school.  So, I slam some drawers.

Me: “Oh, are you up?”

Tony:  ”uuhhhhhhhhhh.”

Me:  ”Well, since you’re up, do you happen to know where the bucket is?”

Tony:  ”What do you need the bucket for?”

Me:  ”Um, I mop the floor every two weeks.  Who do you think does it?  The Floor Fairy?”

Tony:  ”It’s in the garage.  In the extra garbage can.  In a box.  Under the car seats.”

Yeah, I didn’t happen to look THERE!  So, now I’m running late.  But I get the floor done and myself showered.  Everything is good again.  But it made me feel like he has absolutely NO IDEA what I do in this house.  Maybe he does.  He was in a dead sleep, so I guess I have to cut him a little slack.

Speaking of mopping, I think that I’ve caused a problem.  Every time I mop, SOMEBODY spills SOMETHING on the floor THE VERY DAY I MOP IT.  This time?  Becca spilled her can of Coke during dinner.  I really expect it to happen every time.  And that’s why I think it’s happening.  Because I expect it.  How about you?

P.S.  I love you, Tony  <3