Friday, December 4, 2009

Sponge-worthiness

Still pregnant. Nothing new to report.

However, in keeping with the theme of posting about my marriage this week, I have yet another story to share about the joys of matrimony. I know, can you believe it? I mean Josh is perfect in every way so it is puzzling how these things keep cropping up.

I have a major major MAJOR pet peeve when it comes to the house. I can't stand sponges. They're unsanitary, they're disgusting when wet, they hold smells and the site of them makes me gag. As a general rule, I don't use them for anything. If I have to clean a pan, I grab some Barkeepers Friend and a rag and get it done. And on the bizarre and unlikely chance I do use one to shine the sink, I throw it away immediately. Out of sight, out of mind. Although I know in the back of my mind that its lurking in the garbage in all its slimy glory, so I quickly take the whole bag outside because my God, it could crawl out of the can and end up on my face in the middle of the night.

Despite my fear of zombie sponges, for some reason, we have a Costco-sized package under the sink. And Josh used one for God only knows what this morning before I got up. So when I came downstairs and grabbed a glass of water, I was greeted by a yellow and green damp piece of disgustingness on the bottom of the sink.

I told him the last time he did this (which was just last week) that it would be grounds for divorce if he did it again. Guess who was surprised when I served his ass the papers this morning? He can't say I didn't warn him. I believe I might have threatened to punch him in the face as well. Can't be sure on that, what with the pregnancy-induced amnesia, but it would be totally justified in any case.

Seriously. I am about to deliver his third child and he can't throw the damn sponge in the garbage? We have 11 billionty more under the sink, it's not like he needs to conserve. Plus, once you use a sponge, it gets all gross and nasty and germy, so why would you save it anyway? These are questions I do not have the answers to.

There is currently no task in this house I would consider "sponge-worthy" and I am thinking about blacklisting them completely. If nothing else, it could save my marriage. I don't want to have to raise three kids by myself because someone couldn't curb his sponge use. Really, you have to take a stand somewhere. This is mine.

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5 Comments:

Blogger Monica said...

I too refuse to use sponges. I don't even buy them. I'm somewhat of a germaphobe (I am a nurse, what can I say?) and I can only imagine all the creatures that take up residence in them.

December 4, 2009 2:36 PM  
Blogger Sarah said...

I use the scratchy green ones to clean my cooktop. But I microwave the crap out of them when I am done. barkeeper's friend is my friend, too :)

December 4, 2009 3:15 PM  
Blogger Ronan said...

I think you are deeply disrespectful towards your husband. Selfishness ("if he doesn't change then I'm getting a divorce") is the root of your problem--not sponges.

Great writing. I like your blog.

December 4, 2009 6:25 PM  
Blogger Zhi said...

^ I hope they're not serious...

December 4, 2009 9:03 PM  
Blogger Mary Jo said...

After I use sponges I wash them in the load of dishes in the dishwasher, they come out clean and dry.

December 5, 2009 8:15 AM  

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