Truly Tiring…

You would never think that so much stupidity can be in just one house but it can.

Well, I finally quit doing the dishes.  Yes, I know, I probably wrote that a few times here before.  But this time I made sure to say I’m not going back to it.  I’d been getting really tired of it again…same-o same-o.  The bowls, cups and teaspoons don’t come back from the princess’ chambers, the baby brat is so inconsistent with soaking and scrubbing and he tries each time to see if I’d do the pots and pans.  Princess used some too and I refused to do anything about those.  I sent her a text message saying that if she can make pizza she can scrub the pan, which is the least she can do since she doesn’t even bring her own dirty dishes up to the kitchen.  Of course nothing happened, not that anyone in their right mind can expect anything to happen.  I also sent a message to the youngest brat.  It was while the oldest brat was here that he put the pots in the sink.  And he knew damn well I don’t do pots and they don’t go in the sink where they’d be blocking me from cleaning the other stuff.  So I sent him a text message.  I said I will not see the pots and pans in the sink again.  If I do, I just might quit, and guess who just might get stuck with doing all the dishes.  I haven’t seen the pots in the sink again, at least not from him putting them there, but they were still not washed.  Today princess used the same griddle that she didn’t wash before and used one of the pots too.  Both ended up in the sink…the wrong side.  Funny how rules that were supposedly in effect before I got here still haven’t stuck to her tiny brain.

Anyway, I thought, I don’t have to deal with this.  And just to make sure that I am not asked to get back to doing the dishes, I asked DH for another chore to do instead.  He said I can take out the trash…and clean out the litterbox.  I didn’t want to do the litterbox at first but then again taking out everyone’s trash isn’t as tedious as washing everyone’s dishes.  Also I figured if I keep the litterbox up then it wouldn’t be such a hassle.  So I agreed.  I started today.  I thought I would do my chores Tuesday, Thursday and Saturday…the truck comes around on Thursdays.  The cat should be happy.  I just cleaned out his litterbox…there was more waste than litter in that box.  Of course it meant that he’d been scattering litter onto the floor in search for a cleaner spot…and of course some of the waste went with that.  It burned my eyes and nostrils to clean that thing…that should tell you how much ammonia has collected there.  But now it’s much, much better.  And I will keep it up…even if only to prove to the princess that she should NEVER have a pet.  Actually I think she should never have a child either.  If she can’t take care of a cat (not even a needy dog, but a pretty much independent cat), she’d probably kill her child with neglect.

I feel better now.  I’m not going back to doing the dishes.  If things pile up, I have my own stuff that I can use and wash myself, and everyone else can go to hell…until I get there at least…I wouldn’t want to share that with them too.  They’d mess the place up so bad Satan himself will turn into a saint in a day just so he can go to that other place.

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