Not Like the Others

January 10th, 2010

As I type this, I am sitting in my kitchen, ostensibly cleaning it. My method of cleaning is not really what you’d call orthodox, however. So far it’s consisted of running the dishwasher and standing next to the sink to scoop all the overflowing dishwasher draingage water into a bucket, which I then take in the bathroom and pour down the toilet.  Simultaneously, I am running the oven at 420 degrees, trying to burn off the very last of the caked-on olive oil that I could not scrub off. After that I may just be able to use the oven again. To ensure that the smoke alarms aren’t activated by my unique oven- cleaning method, I am running the exhaust fan over the stove on high, as well as running the exhaust fan in the bathroom. I am also sitting near the oven to watch in case copious amounts of smoke start pouring out, so I can intervene. Much like I am intervening in the kitchen sink/dishwasher drain fiasco that’s happening behind me. Since that’s not really enough to keep my interest, I am also washing some clothes downstairs, hoping that the drain down there is unfrozen, and that I won’t go down in a few minutes to a flooded basement full of soap suds.

It’s Extreme Household Maintenance, and it’s not for the faint of heart.

  


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