My Single Mom Life

I had Sebastian scrub the tub with Soft Scrub today, it really needed it.
Teens are nasty, dirty, filthy creatures, who just leave layers of brownish colored soap scum on the sides and bottom of the tub, so I had the biggest dirt covered teen clean it.
Sebastian is the one who goes outside all of the time with no shoes on, runs through puddles, and climbs trees, plays for hours on end in the dirt and grass, and then comes in the house and proclaims he "must wash his feet."
He does wash his feet, but he does not wash the muddy filth down the drain when he's done, he just leaves these brown foot prints on the bottom of the tub.

Anyway, I had him clean the tub and I put the Soft Scrub in the tub.
Had I left him to do it, the brand new bottle would have been empty.
Just squirting it in there so he could clean, and then being the one to take the shower sprayer and rinse the tub after, all I can taste and smell is bleach.
I've blown my nose, brushed my teeth, rinsed with mouthwash, and I even went so far as to squirt water up each nostril a few times in the hopes of rinsing the bleach off of any nose hairs that were clinging to the smell of it.
Nope.
Everything still smells and tastes like bleach.
Dinner should be just scrumptious.
Not.

And speaking of dinner, as I was removing the foil for the last 10 minutes of baking, the scalding hot steam escaped in a quick gush on my poor left index finger that was trying to remove the foil.
I let out a scream only someone in extreme pain could possibly make, and Mark came running.
He finished removing the foil and pushed the rack and pan back in, and closed the door.
This is HUGE for him, as he always fears getting burned by the oven.
Perhaps it's all these years of watching me sustain burns that made him that way.
Hrm.
Then he ran the cold water, grabbing me by the arm and forcing my finger underneath while he searched for ice from the freezer.
We don't have any ice, so he grabbed a bag of frozen broccoli and made me hold it on there.
I now have a lovely steam blister on the top of my finger.
Yay.

Now I have to go take dinner out and serve it up, and I'll be glad when that's done.
Just bending to put it in there, remove the foil, and now one last time to get it out, is seriously no fun on my shoulder.
I'm going to eat and take a pill, and then watch some crappy tv for the night.