Am I a Maid?

Yesterday, after spending several days at my mom's house, I packed up Robby and returned home. I was hesitant about leaving my Mom alone so soon after her surgery, but I understood her request to be alone. Robby was well behaved but he is still full of energy and requires a lot of attention from his Nana. My mom wanted to sleep and relax until her follow-up appointment on Friday.

Robby and I have been away from home since Saturday morning. It didn't take much to convince him that it was time to go home. I merely mentioned that Charlie cat missed him, and he took off to grab Black Bear and his coat. It had been a long few days, and I was looking forward to getting home and relaxing.

As soon as I entered my house, I felt the sense of comfort that comes when you return home. The warm and cozy feeling was quickly replaced by ire. The house was exactly how I had left it- nothing was different.

I made cheeseburgers for Scott before I left Saturday morning. The frying pan was still on the stove, full of old beef grease. The cup of milk that Robby drank Saturday morning for breakfast was still in the sink, only it had turned from a liquid into a solid. The Golden Grahams had soaked up all of the milk in the bowl and then shriveled into tiny sticky little squares that were stuck on the bottom of the cereal bowl.

The crumbs on the counter were undisturbed. My half-full coffee cup was covered with a layer of what I can only assume to be some sort of mold. The dishwasher, full of clean dishes, was untouched.

Scott slept three nights in our bed without knocking over the piles of folded laundry that were placed opposite of his side of the bed. I was relieved to know that we had clean clothes because he forgot to move the laundry from the washer to the dryer Saturday afternoon. The clothes that were washed have to be rewashed in order to remove the moldy odor.

I know that Scott ate while I was gone. I found his dishes in the sink as well as an empty ice cream container in the computer room. Unfortunately, he failed to run the garbage disposal after jamming his scraps down the sink. My kitchen wreaked but, in fairness to my garbage disposal, the smell from the chicken bones that were thrown in the trash on Thursday was worse.

I had a nice visit with my Mom, and I was glad to be able to help her. My hopes of relaxing with my family Tuesday night evaporated when I saw the state of my home. I had returned to a bachelor's squalor. Since today is a snow day, I think it is the opportune time to give the part-time bachelor a lesson in cleaning.