Keeping Housej-ro -- Sunday, July 07, 2002 -- 04:05:48 AM
Discuss the challenges of housekeeping here.
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I never used angle brackets anyway, just parenthesis. (g)
Brigit--it is less than and greater than.
Rolling laundry carts? You give better service than I do. I have a laundry basket for each member of the family. The clothes get washed and dried and then taken out of the dryer and either hung on hangers (if that kind of thing) and put on a rack next to the dryer or folded (or in the case of socks and underwear just tossed) into the owner's basket. The baskets then sit there for weeks until I offer to take everything to Goodwill unless it gets put away. The girls are now doing their own laundry so the gridlock arises from sheets and towels, but I can almost always bully some kid into putting those away.
I don't mind doing laundry at all, I just hate putting it all away, but my system cleverly avoids any of that.
Just here to note that Jennifer, you said you changed "washer" to "dryer" but it's still "washer" for me at least. A bug?
I will use the dreaded smiley emoticons (or link in the buttfucking smilies from other sites) before I will go to all that trouble to put "g" in brackets.
Debby, we have a storage room on the patio and dh put some shelves in there last weekend. I just have to get it out there. And rearrange the walk-in in the master bedroom. We have an entire storage shed we rented but this is stuff that I didn't want there--pics and paperwork, etc.
Alice, I didn't change washer to dryer in both places. No bug, just inattention.
The rolling laundry cart makes a stop at each bedroom. They have to put their own clothes away. It's not that different from having separate laundry baskets, except that the clean clothes sit around in the bedrooms instead of the laundry room, I guess.
I fold in the living room and put the piles on their beds. They're responsible for putting them away. Except now, in the summer, when they do all their own laundry. But we're in an apartment - I wouldn't have anywhere to store a laundry cart.
I rarely remember to fold laundry, which is why I make Spawn (and me) hang our shirts on hangers rather than dry them.
Please do not laugh at me, but I need to know the following things before I commence being a wife (and, yeah, Patrick should know as well, but I'm here and he's not):
- How often are you supposed to dust?
- How many seperate cleaning products does one actually need?
- How often should you wash the bathroom and kitchen floors? With what products?
Thanks. We aren't slobs exactly, just ... casual right now, and it'd be nice to have some clue what I'm doing (the new apt. will be the first place I've ever lived in where I didn't share the kitchen).
I would so much rather you restated the question, as opposed to saying that because you are becoming a wife and Patrick a husband, you need to know how to clean. Why would you need to know anything different based on marrying?
If you go according to my cupboards (which have looked the same since long, long before I became a wife) you need approximately 57 cleaning products for each part of the house. This doesn't mean you will ever use them all, or indeed any of them.
The kitchen floors get washed when the tomato and ice cream splorts begin to obscure the pattern of the tile. The bathroom floors get washed more frequently because the bathroom is the size of a small closet.
Thank goodness you didn't ask how often to vacuum.
Anyone ever had moths? The little beige fluttery ones that get into clothes? How, short of washing everything in the closet, can one get rid of them? Is there a bug bomb that we can set off that won't cause the cats to grow extra limbs or develop speech?
I bet there is a bomb, but isn't that what mothballs do?
I think mothballs are more preventative. And they stink, and no matter what anyone says the smell doesn't wash out or air out. Trouble is, I think most bug-bomb things have that gaggy-sweet Raid smell to them.
Fudge. Bad enough the house is full of spiders (more spiders than anyplace I've ever lived! More varieties, more quantity! It's arachni-riffic!), now I have to deal with moths in the winter clothes. Crap.
Oh, I would bomb then.
I had a house with so many spiders I finally realized they must be eating each other. I bombed then, too.