Bloberta had been busy all day. She had been deep-cleaning the whole house, went grocery shopping, and then got Clay as drunk as she could so that he'd pass out and get sleep.

In reality, she just didn't want to deal with that self-destructive, abusive, alcoholic of a husband today.

The only thing on Bloberta's mind was, as usual, cleanliness, germs, filth, dirt and everything related to it. Oh God, she thought.

Wait, no. That would be using the lord's name in vain, Oh, Gosh. Yeah, that was better. Oh gosh, she thought.

Tye children would be coming home soon, and she couldn't stop thinking about how dirty they are, well, to her. Shapey and Orel would probably be coated in germs from outside, and..

Bloberta cut off her train of thought, she was busy spraying the floor with 'germ killer' and then sweeping it over and over again almost ritualistically, in a rhythm.

Bloberta was humming to herself as she did so. Clay was passed out from all the alcohol that Bloberta had let him have, he was slumped over his armchair in his study, knocked out cold.

Bloberta sighed as she heard Orel and Shapey come through the front door, Shapey was yelling loudly while Oeel was excitedly stomping up the stairs.

Hopefully they had taken their shoes off so there wasn't any dirt or footprints in the house..

Bloberta let out a sigh and put on her face, motherly, sweet smile on as she heard her oldest son, Orel, approach her.

Bloberta was sat on her knees, spraying more 'germ killer' onto the wall and floorboards. "Yes, Orel? Your father is sleeping, just to let you know, sweetheart." she said, smiling.

"What did you need, then? It better be important, I need to clean your father's study while he's asleep, and then I need to dust and re-organise Shapeys room.." Bloberta said, looking at the floor as she spoke.