Frickin' Ants

For the last hour or so I felt that all was well and that perhaps, ever so slightly, I could see myself emerging from this funk I was in.

So being glad that my day was winding down, I was looking forward to going to bed. I went to the bathroom to brush my teeth and there they were, those annoying buggers. Argh. We had ants in our bathroom - again! Darn buggers!

The last time we had problems, it started ever so slowly. A few here, a few there. I thought I was being proactive by taking one afternoon and cleaning the entire bathroom and every nook and cranny in that place - the tub, toilet, sinks, counters, mirrors, mopping the floor, etc. I even purposely used an extra strong solution of H2O and bleach, thinking the residue of bleach would keep the buggers away. That didn't happen. The next day the buggers were back with reinforcements to boot. Is it just me, or do you also agree it's kinda creepy to see the vast number of them in action? Their trail in the bathroom was nighmarish, and I really had a hard time stomaching the clean up. I wish I had a man around then to take care of the issue.

I digress here, as I am MAD and just angry that I am manless right now. My roommate, JM (not TN who I had the previous issue with), is not exactly the type of guy I'd want my sister to end up with. He's nice and all, but when it comes down to being a *man* and *taking care* of things around the house, he doesn't cut it. The last few things around the house that had to be fixed, *I*, yes, yours truly, had to fix it. Oh...yeah, did I tell you how resentful I am for having to be the man around this house? Not only am I the one who keeps it clean and orderly like all women naturally do, but I am also the one who has to be the handyman around here.

As of this year, I've done the following:

- I fixed our squeaky doors. Ok, that's not a big deal, but part of that resentment is the fact that it takes TWO SECONDS to apply WD40 to the hinges. If I wasn't around, nothing would get addressed.

- I took care of our clogged pipes. Yeah, again. An easy fix. My roommate was fine showering in a tub that would back up in mid-shower to 4 or 5 inches of water. When I returned from my trip and realized the problem he said it "was no big deal". Gross. Uh...it takes one trip to the store for Drainer and TWO SECONDS to pour it down the drain.

- One of the two sinks in the bathroom was leaking. All my roommate did was put towels around the place to catch the water and worked around the issue. DAGGIT!! It takes TWO SECONDS to replace a friggin' washer!

- Ants in the kitchen. Again, who addressed the issue? My roommates still cooked and ate in there while the ants had their trail going on along the baseboard. Sheesh. Way GROSS.

- Garage door was acting up. It took me TWO SECONDS to diagnose that somehow it got off the track and to make a phone call for someone to come fix it.

- Garbage not being taken out. There was one moment in time when I realized I was the only one taking out the trash, whether it was from the bathroom, the kitchen, or the office. So I decided to see what would happen when I stopped doing so. Yeah, any wild guesses? It just piled up higher and higher. I really was grossed out by all the filth they lived with when I didn't take the trash out. It didn't seem to bother them at all. I finally couldn't stand it and had to take the trash out. Sheesh. It takes TWO SECONDS to do this, too.

- There are more items I could list here, including washing dishes, mowing the lawn, and stuff in the fridge. Argh...

Oh man...this could turn into a digression about the lack of "real men" out there. I could potentially post more in a few minutes. Thinking about all of this is really pissing me off! I kid you not.

Anyway, regarding tonight...

Seems the buggers are trickling back in again, and this time I'm going straight for the bug spray. Nothing is more annoying than having to take time to attend to them. Argh.

I take that back. The only thing more annoying than the buggers are men. Ok. Not just *men*. I like men. It's the inability to find one I can defer to on these matters.

Ok. Now I'm just pissy. Sorry for the digression. More later.

Argh.