my life, my pace

And just like that, the pesky freeloading kids are gone! What’s this weird sensation I’m feeling? I think it’s called euphoria. The house is finally mine again…well, as soon as I clean up all the mess they left behind. But that’ll be for tomorrow. Right now, I’m just going to sit back and enjoy something I haven’t had for eight weeks and have been sorely missing: silence.

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1. it’s so simple…...to keep the house clean.  All you really have to do is always clean up any mess you make immediately.  Because the longer you leave it, the more it piles up and the more daunting the task becomes, which just makes you avoid it more.  I'm by no means a clean freak.  But I've adopted the above mentality in order to force myself to not be a complete slob.  Unfortunately, that strategy just doesn't work when your other half (read: husband) doesn't quite comply.  I really don't have time to clean up both my mess and then his too.  And the worst part is that he will go and make messes right where I've cleaned up, completely undermining all of my hard work.  Because of that, I'll give up and just let the mess pile up.  And then we'll have guests.  And I end up having to storm through the house cleaning everything up as fast as I can when I'm already exhausted from a long week of not getting enough sleep because he's still insisting on being a slimy premed.  Can you tell that I have to go clean the house now for a visit from the in-laws this weekend?  Double fun!...
2. RIP bathroomUnbelievable.  I’m absolutely speechless.  In a mere six weeks, these pesky freeloading kids have managed to do what I have not been able to do for well over two years now: destroy my bathroom.  There are two bathrooms in my house, but only one (the master bathroom) is usually used since the husband and I can’t ever be bothered with walking all the way to the other one.  So it was in pretty tip-top shape when the pesky kids arrived.  And now it’s not. I don’t like bathrooms, especially ones not used by me.  So I left their bathroom alone (I certainly was not going to clean it) until I got bored one day while everyone was gone.  I opened the door and was greeted by the foul damp smell of failure-to-turn-on-the-fan-to-air-out-the-bathroom-when-showering.  I set them straight on this matter and reminded them to be careful to avoid water splashing out of the shower (we have a tub + shower curtain combo) and proceeded to go back to avoiding that bathroom.  How much damage can two kids do in eight weeks anyway? Well, a lot.  I got bored again today and took a peek into their bathroom again.  And found that the baseboard molding (the piece of wood that goes on the wall right where it meets the floor to make it look pretty) warping off of the wall complete with strange brown goo on it.  So they had not been heeding my don’t-get-water-out-of-the-shower warning.  Then I make the mistake of...
3. there’s a surgery-phobic guy volunteering at the surgery labAs I've mentioned before, my experiments involve surgery to insert catheters into blood vessels to measure many different things.  So they take place at an animal surgery facility.  And lots of premeds volunteer at this facility.  For the most part, they tend to be your typical gung-ho, annoying premeds.  But once in awhile, there's one that just doesn't fit in.  I'll call him surgery-phobic guy.  I suspect that he's also people-phobic based on the way he interacts (or fails to) with me and the rest of the crew.  He comes in and proceeds to clean the entire building.  He wipes down counters, cleans the prep room, and even wipes down the doors to each room.  But he doesn't ever set foot in the operating room.  Every time I see him, I wonder why the hell he is volunteering at an animal SURGERY facility if he's afraid of surgery. Although there is a virtual army of undergrad volunteers in the morning, they tend to thin out by the latter half of the day.  And this facility is creepy as hell, even during the day because there's absolutely no one around.  It's dead silence except for the sound of the ventilator and the beeping of the pulse-ox.  Couple that with the fact that I've seen my fair share of weird shit happening with the animals (such as twitching, outright paw dancing, and jerking) and it makes for one very jumpy, freaked out me as I sit there all alone watching the animal...

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