I’m so sorry to hear that things have been rough, you guys. Life’s hardships always come unexpectedly, and it’s always worse when it involves one of your good friends or when you’re completely oblivious to what’s happening. My thoughts and prayers are with you both - keep your head up, and you’ll make it through.
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Mood: Filled with dread
Reason: Yes, it is a mood.
The neverending cycle begins yet again today - I slaved all last week to get the house spotless, and today we’re doing it all over again, and this time we have to incorporate the house we’re trying to sell. So that’s 2x the houses we have to clean top to bottom.
I’m just sick of it all. I mean, I’m always going to have to clean up around the house, and I’m okay with that… but it’s when my mom comes home from working all day down at the other house, and then gets mad at you because the apartment isn’t spotless and clean. “You’ve had all day to clean the house!” Yes well, I’d kind of like to spend my Sunday not cleaning, for once, thanks. Cuz it’s back to cleaning on Monday, anyway.
The house is never going to stay perfectly clean - can you not deal with that fact? It’s not the end of the world if a few things are out of place.
Regardless, I still had to get the dishes done and was just ready to explode last night. I’m so sick of feeling like a slave. She doesn’t do any of the chores anymore, like it’s somehow all our fault now if the dishes don’t get done and she needs one of them. Wash it yourself if you need it that bad, for crying out loud! It’s not that hard! Grrr, honestly I wish I could say some of these things to her, but I know I’d be grounded for a million years if I dared talk to her like that. (Never mind the fact that I’m a legal adult now. She’d still ground me because those things don’t matter.)
I practically bit a hole in my tongue last night to keep myself from saying some very smart things.
But honestly! I know she’s under a lot of pressure (and I mean a LOT of pressure) but that gives her no reason to boss me around and sass me if the laundry wasn’t completely finished that day, or the counter wasn’t wiped when she came home, or there’s things strewn all over the den from my lazy brothers who can’t pick up after themselves for nothing. She seriously needs to chill out a bit. It will get finished tomorrow. There’s always another day, Mom.
I know this is a divergence from my mental promise to myself not to make negative posts, but this has been building up inside of me for months, and I needed to get it out somewhere. Sorry guys.
little chef