When did my life turn into one big commercial? From the moment The Kid was born, conversations range anywhere from what diapers do you trust most to what college does your child want to apply to. I used to laugh at those commercials where women are having coffee and talking about bladder control all the while wondering who actually does that? Unfortunately, I literally could be the star in that commercial.
Today, I am trying to get some housework done. I have close to 7 stainless steel items in my kitchen that need cleaning. SEVEN. Because when we were redoing our kitchen, I HAD to have the “in” thing. Which is weird for me because I don’t really care that much about that stuff. My master bath still has wallpaper from 1979. And I actually own and wear a jacket my mother bought me before I got married 21 years ago. Oh, how I love that jacket. But I digress.
I haven’t cleaned my appliances in a couple of weeks because I dread it. Ok, maybe it’s been more than a couple of weeks. Ok, so it’s been exactly 7.35 weeks because my cute little niece’s handprint is still on my fridge from their September 7th visit. Yes. It has been a while. But come on. I think I’d rather be forced to watch an “Overhaulin” Marathon on the Speed Channel for a week. Ok, that’s not entirely true because I could really go for a good eye gouging before that happens. But cleaning stainless steel really, really sucks.
Anyone who has stainless steel in their home, knows what a pain in the f@#*ing ass it is. I do love the way it looks (minus the streaks). So I’m not quite at the point where I am having buyer’s remorse. I think I’ll wait a couple of years for that to kick in so DH doesn’t smother me in my sleep with the plastic wrapping our toaster oven came in. So, back to my commercial. Here is a text exchange between a friend and me earlier today:
Me: What do u use to clean ur stainless steel?
K: Perfect Stainless
Me: Does it work? Cuz everything I try leaves freaking streaks.
K: Yeah. Until my kids get home.
Me: how I long for the days of white appliances
Really? What happened to our conversations geared around going out dancing, grabbing a beer or shopping? (ok, so I never actually called a girlfriend to go for a beer because I can’t drink it anymore after this specific episode in high school. And I would have said wine, but that sounds a bit too Buffy, don’t you think?)
So, what am I doing now? Writing this blog. In my kitchen. And looking at my cute little niece’s handprint on my fridge. Not getting a damn thing done. But the streaks are so bad. Oh well, there’s always tomorrow. And my cute little niece’s handprint is on my fridge. How can I erase that?