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I spent the morning cleaning for a church lady. She's a widowed amputee. Her two sons live with her, and they are horders. The yard was so full of junk that the city gave them a citation and a time limit to have it cleaned up by or they would be fined. So, the church ladies and men descended upon her house this morning. The men worked outside on the yard and the ladies worked inside. I was in the kitchen. It was gross, but not the worst I've ever seen. I spent four hours on two counters and the sink. My first instinct when I saw the house was to wish I had my camera so I could photograph it to post in my livejournal. Isn't that awful? Why do I feel the need to publicize this woman's awful plight? She can't take care of herself, and she has children who, although they take care of her, they don't take care of the house. It's a very difficult situation.

Her son was pretty belligerent about the church people being there. He kept cussing, as if to shock us all. He seemed to decide to single me out for some of his grumpiness. I think he wanted to get a rise out of me for some reason. He came into the kitchen with a pile of dirty dishes, from his bedroom I assume, and said "Hey, Hummy Dum Dum, where do you want these?" I was humming to myself while I cleaned (Hot, Hot Heat. I love those guys). Uh, ok, I think the last time I was called dum dum was in 1st grade? Later he came in with a bottle of Jagermiester and said "Hey little girl, do you know what this is? It's cough syrup, hahaha." I just ignored him. He assumed that because we're all "good Mormon girls" we don't even know the names of alcoholic beverages. Whatever. It was very high schoolish. I guess he probably felt weird about all those people in his house, cleaning and purging and that was his way of dealing with it. Still, why he seemed to be picking on me the most I have no idea. Maybe because I was the youngest looking?

I left at noon, but most everyone else was still going strong at that moment. Chris needed me to go car shopping with him. We spent the whole afternoon shopping, but with no luck. He's out again right now looking. He really wants some kind of Jeep. He has his heart set on it, like a kid at Christmas. I feel like I can't deny him this, after all he's worked so hard to finish school and get a job like this one. I'm proud of him, and if he wants a jeep that's fine with me.

I realized after the whole shopping ordeal (and it really was an ordeal) that our relationship has grown so much. There was a time in my life when it would have infuriated me to be dragged an hour away, with the kids, to a car lot and then not get the car and drive home. Whiney kids, potty accidents, an unsuccessful trip...but it didn't bother me. I didn't even mind sitting in the car for an hour with the kids while he tried to work a deal (let me add that two of the kids were asleep and zack watched spongebob on the iPod.) I guess what I'm trying to say is that I love him more now, and I don't resent doing things like this for him like I did in the beginning of our marriage. it's nice to realize that our relationship has advanced to this stage.

I have an upset tummy tonight and I'm worried that I ingested some sort of yucky germ at that house this morning. I was very careful to scrub my hands, and I wore gloves while cleaning. Still, I've felt like I couldn't get my hands quite clean and I've been washing them like Monk all day long. Not normal for me, I'm not really a germ freak (thanks to the kids...) I suppose someone else's dirt just seems grosser than my own.