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- September 9th, 10:15
I just need to rant.
Holy fuck I am so pissed off right now how do I even breathe.
I cleaned last night before I went went to bed -- for two hours. I woke up due to pain, and spent a further two hours cleaning. On the kitchen. I was quite literally up at three a.m. sweeping and loading the dishwasher and cleaning the fridge. Four hours of work into one room because SOMEONE IN THIS HOUSE is a complete and utter pig, but whatever, not naming names.
So this morning I get up, again due to pain or I'd still be sleeping, brush my teeth, pull my hair back, and go start breakfast. Get bacon in the oven, and what do I find sitting beside the sink but a dirty bowl full of dirty silverware. Gut reaction is to pick up the bowl and hurl it into Grandma's face while screaming "NO BAD GRANDMA NO NO." But I didn't, because composure. All I said was, "Hey Grandma, look." I opened the dishwasher, put the dirty dishes away, and shut it, and said not another word. I wasn't even hateful
And then the ranting starts.
"I'm so sick and tired of you, you act like I don't do anything --" she actually doesn't, so I mean.... "I see you make messes and look at your bedroom, you pig!"
Um yeah, my bedrroom is messy. Because when I feel like cleaning, I want to clean the public areas, so if someone comes over, I'm not tempted to blind fold them. But given I cleaned on it a week ago and it is a solid 50% better than before, ummm....
So she goes on, and on, and on, and ON, about how dirty I am, and how I am a bad housekeeper, and how I am so mean to her, and I better stop talking about her housekeeping skills or she's going to start rant about me (yeah but you already do I don't know why you're threatening to do something YOU ALREADY DO)...and I'm just kind of staring at her like, are you fucking serious?
Sometimes instead of putting silverware in the dishwasher she licks it and puts it back in the drawer. She fucking licks it. TRUST NOTHING NOTHING IS SAFE.
Dogs pee in her bed, she doesn't wash the sheets/blankets...for weeks.
She has trained the dogs to mess in a certain room of our house. In a room in the house so she doesn't have to let them out.
When she cleans up messes in that room, she uses pee water to mop up pee please tell me how pee water fucking does anything especially been it's the same water you made a week ago.
On bad days she LITERALLY throws trash in the living room floor and just leaves it. Like, "there is a trrash can beside my chair which I could use but no, the floor is bigger."
I LITERALLY CANNOT KEEP UP WITH THIS WOMAN. I TRY, AND I TRY, AND I TRY; I AM REDUCED TO TEARS AND BEGGING, AND SHE GIVES EXACTLY ZERO FUCKS ABOUT THE STATE OF OUR HOME.
I'm fucking exhausted, sick, stressed out, and did I mention exhausted? I don't mind to clean house, but I want help maintaining it once I've gotten it clean, instead of rushing to see how quickly we can mess it up again. I CAN'T do everything around here, I keep trying and my body won't let me. I want to.
Mostly I just want to go live in my sister's kitchen cabinet, and crawl out when they're sleeping and just cry because everything is clean because they give an actual fuck about their house and I am just SO FUCKING DONE.