Chapter 62 "The best thing

2000/05/22 Sanlian Life Weekly Author: Shi Wu The "best" thing is the worst enemy of the "good" thing.This is a motto my husband believes in.If I spend more time than he can tolerate cleaning the room, washing pots and dishes, if I think his clothes are dirty and I force him to change them, and he is lazy for a while, he will almost express this meaning. The first time I was cleaning up the kitchen, I was determined to thoroughly polish the cooking pot. As a result, I used half a tube of Wujie powder, five iron gauze rings, half a day, and finally threw the pot away.Bought a new non-stick pan.Although it is a non-stick pan, it is still unavoidable to stick to a pot of black rice for a long time, and try to avoid frying dishes with thick sauce and flavor.After eating light food and mussels for a while, my husband said: "Our pot is really clean", I thought he was praising me, and then he said: "Go outside." By coincidence, we all ordered the thickest Pick the taste.From then on, we often went to restaurants to eat whenever we felt greedy. Until the people in several restaurants near our home knew us well, I became more and more uncomfortable, and I always felt that our home did not have a kitchen.As if repenting, the smell of smoky vegetables returned to our kitchen.It’s a big deal, wait for the pan to stick to the scum that can’t be brushed off, and then replace it with another one.My husband was very happy that we were freed from the tyranny of the pot.

Last year our house had a new floor, so I naturally cared more than before and mopped the floor more often.I also considered whether it is possible for people to come in and change their shoes. My husband objected, because he wiped the floor every three days anyway, and he didn't care about the dirt on the soles of the shoes.However, our family has a 5-year-old child who can create chaos and doesn’t know how to organize. Leaking soup and water are indispensable for eating and drinking.When the water spots are mixed with the sole soil, one can imagine what the floor looks like.For a few days, I was almost like a professional cleaner, holding a mop all day long, with my waist straight.You know what it is, the dictatorship of the cleanest floors.Finally, a big battle broke out: the battle between my daughter and me, with the word "no" as the battle flag. "No" is too much to say.My daughter probably doesn't know what "Xu" is, but she didn't just let it go, causing me more trouble, and fighting against me everywhere.My family is full of shouts all day long, and my husband's participation in the war is tantamount to clarifying my daughter's question: What is "promised" in this family?He said he would rather have the floors ripped off and the idyllic concrete back.And remind me that we lost our kitchen under the tyranny of the pot, and now we lose our home under the tyranny of the floor.

I was wrong, now no matter how messy or dirty the house is, I only tidy it up once a day, and I never try to be thorough. But people always want to do things better, even better, and always seek the best state in some things that they care about the most, at least the best in their hearts.Despite the lessons learned, it will be stubborn from time to time.Every time at this time, my husband will bring out his adage, saying that a country with strong coercive power has a certain percentage of crime rate. At that time, dirty clothes and swearing will be punished for three to five years. , When it comes to the death penalty, it's no longer enough to pick your nose.I don't know when he found a pile of dry snot from under his pillow, our family began to discuss how to maintain the "crime rate".