Suddenly Single Journey

Apparently…I’m insufferable…

Author: thenicknick

At least that’s what Rachel said the other night.  And let me tell you what precipitated that remark.

It all began on Thursday night, when I all but threatened to go on strike.  I wasn’t about to waste precious weekend alone time cleaning the ENTIRE apartment by myself and caring for our furry menagerie.  And so, I reminded her that Runny Babbit, Babbit for short, needed to be fed and watered before she left the next day.

Rachel: Okay.  I’ll do it…

And in all honesty, I can’t remember if she gave a time frame, definite or other in her response.  I was a little distracted at the time.  Something of the joys of single mommyhood and having a half dozen things running…sometimes flitting….through my mind at any given time.

Well, Friday night, I was distracted on the phone by the Divine Mr. M and didn’t think to check on the water bottle/food status. See, men are the debil.  (Yes, I misspelled that on purpose.  It was a Waterboy allusion for those of you keeping track at home.)  Anyway, by bedtime Friday night, which came considerably later than I anticipated, I was already tired of hearing the rabbit try to drink and imagined her eating her poo…recycling at its finest…so I broke down and fed her while wondering what the rabbit life expectancy was and how much longer I’d be responsible for her.  (It’s been four years so far…)

So, the kids returned home Sunday and I had spent more time than I wanted to cleaning and caring for the apartment and the furry roommates.  And I had made a nice dinner and dessert, which was my first Pineapple Upside Down Cake and I am clearly very proud of.  And I had already mentioned to Rachel twice that Babbit needed water and I had fed her.  There was some mumbled response that I don’t recall.  Well, at 10pm, we were winding down for bed…and I was tired of being ignored.

After cracking open the bathroom door:

me: Water the rabbit.

Rachel: MOMMY!  I am in the shower…blah blah blah….

And I went out into the living room where my daughter the slob had left her socks wadded up near the coffee table and her mug from the cocoa latte on the coffee table and grabbed everything and headed to the kitchen where I discovered that the sink had more dishes in it I hadn’t made but would now be cleaning.  That was when I apparently made an even bigger offense than peeking into the bathroom.  Yup, I ran hot water to rinse her dishes before loading the dishwasher.

Soon, she was dripping wet standing beside me wearing a towel and her angry face.  Oh, and it’s a sight to behold.

me: Yes?

Rachel: Did you really have to run the hot water while I was taking a shower?  Blah blah blah!

And I ignored her…mostly because I wanted to laugh.  And I put her dirty clothes in the laundry basket before preparing for bed.

Guess she took the post about wanting my own room badly because of what happened next.

Rachel:  And you think sharing a room with me is bad.

And then she said it.

Rachel: You are INSUFFERABLE!

So, I had to take a moment to point out to her that all of her complaints COULD HAVE BEEN REMEDIED had she done what she was supposed to do.  It was our first fight in the apartment.  It was more of a tiff really, since the moment I brought her back to reality she grew very quiet.

I thought the whole episode was over until she brought it up over dinner Monday night.

Rachel: So, Justin had a solution for our bathroom dilemma.

me: We have a bathroom dilemma?

Rachel: He said put a tie on the door and the other person will know not to open it.

me: How about if it’s shut, we just not open it.

Rachel: You still open it.

me: Yes, and how will a tie make that different?

She sighed.  And then she gave me a look that suggested I’m simply not GETTING it.

Well, we readied ourselves for the library.  And since the lessons of childhood are thickly ingrained in me by now, my last stop was the bathroom.  And since I had just spent so much time in water between making dinner and cleaning up from dinner and lotion (aka lo lo) is my comfort item, I slathered some Sea Island Cotton on my hands and tried to exit the room.

Foiled again.  I couldn’t work the knob.  So, the problem became, do I wash the lotion off to get out and then reapply or what?  Well, luckily, Rachel was hovering JUST outside the door.

me: Open the door.

Rachel: What?

me: Let me out.

And the laughing began.

me: I lo loed and couldn’t get the door open.

Rachel: I’ve got to tell Justin this.

me: Yeah, well if we’d have taken his advice I could have died in there.

And she’s laughing harder now while trying to text.

me: No ties.

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