Though i finally fond a lil part time job and that's nice I feel like i'm floundering. It's been a rough time here. I've made no friends that i hang out with, none. I have not kept up with the house as hoped and haven't gotten things moved home as needed, only so much fits in the van each visit.
But, just to vent about the recent and present, i get tired of being the subject of other people's jokes (well, one person who does it continuously regardless of the fact that it makes me feel humilatiated, hurt, and embarrassed~to which i, more often than not, get, "it's not my fault you didn't think it was funny." And then i get a barrage of balderdash if i defend myself because i am, "too sensitive" and need to "relax". As if i even know how to anymore.
Now, as i try to send my child to school, hair unbrushed as there is refusal, blatant unwillingness, to pick up the damn brush and brush the freaking hair !!!!!!!! To my right in the dining room is a bathrobe, 2 computers, books, Boy Scout stuff, headphones, writing utensils, chairs pulled ot, and food particles left on the table all because no one will clean up their damn messes here. I am the housekeeper/servant to a spoiled lot who will not only leave the mess, they will complain if they can't find their crap because i put it away properly or into a dogbox, AND I get the chewing out for the mess even though NONE of it is mine.
No one wants to pick up, no one wants to push in a chair, no one wants to turn off a light switch, do a dish, get their own pants from the dryer, find a piece of cheese, put water in their cup........because they have a live in servant whose job it is to wait on them without question, without finding fault, with zero complaint as their blatantly at times drop crumbes and leave messes in their wake.
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I am done venting now. Because the venting is to no avail. No one will do their part, oh maybe for 1 afternoon, but not sincerely. And I'll tuck in the chair, only so i don't run into it. I'll turn off the lights, I'll clean up some of the mess....only so they can come home tonight and build a new one on top of the old one and leave it, too, for me to clean up.
<*hugs*>
ReplyDelete"I'll clean up some of the mess....only so they can come home tonight and build a new one on top of the old one and leave it, too, for me to clean up."
This seems to be The Mommy Experience in a nutshell. This is why housework has always left me with a sense of "time wasted, nothing accomplished, here; move along now". And I had it lucky, in that there was only one kid's mess to deal with...and it pretty much had to be his---NotMe wasn't an option!
Apart from declaring a strike and just letting them go without their unfindable stuff, in their unwashed clothes (and taking the societal opprobrium for it!), I don't know what there is to be done. :(