Tomorrow morning, our property manager is coming around for termite inspection. This means he’ll be all up in our apartment inspecting frames and basically going through every single room. Let me say right now that I have two jobs. I barely have time to wash my hair, much less go through every room with a toothbrush scrubbing away the grime. Honestly, I only get to deep clean like maybe once every two weeks. In between, I just do what I can to keep it all manageable.
That said, I’ve spent all day cleaning my filthy house and now that I’ve had time to reflect on the sheer nastiness of it all, I have come to the following conclusion:
My family thinks I’m their personal g-damn maid service.
I beg, plead, yell, and even try to buy them off with sweets and promises. I try to be nice and when that doesn’t work, I’m mean. I ask nicely and then I have to scream and yell like a crazy woman. They promise to clean up after themselves just to get me off of their back and they NEVER live up to what they say they’re going to do.
Well, today was the breaking point. I fully plan on printing the following out and handing it out to both hubby and son. I’ve had 12 years of being their maid and cook. From here on out, I’m done cleaning up after two people who are grown enough to do it themselves.
Spill tea or Kool-Aid in the fridge and freezer? Not a problem. Mom’s worked all day long and stood on her feet for seven hours. She won’t mind cleaning it up. It’ll probably make her happy.
Why should I bother putting another trash can liner in this trash can? I’ll just throw trash and fluids in it and let Mom clean it out. I can’t be bothered with such trivial things when she obviously has SO much free time on her hands.
See that candy wrapper on the floor? No, to the left…your left…the yellow one. Yeah, that’s the one. That’s mine and it’s been sitting there for two days. I can’t believe Mom hasn’t even tried to pick it up. I mean really, how lazy.
I don’t understand why I can’t dirty up every cup and bowl in the house. Also, I think it’s pretty rude for Mom to come home and complain because I’ve left them lying around the house and haven’t washed them. She’s got two hands. Why is she complaining about having to wash them? I’m not going to do it. That’s crazy.
I’m on summer break. That’s right…b..r..e..a…k. That means this is MY vacation. I don’t have to clean up after myself. I don’t have to bathe. I don’t have to change my clothes. I don’t have to do chores. My sole responsibility is eating everything in the house, dirtying everything up, making Mom clean up after me, play video games, and complain because she has the NERVE to ask me to do something.
Also, I don’t see the problem with leaving every light on when I leave a room. I don’t pay the bill, why should I care how much it costs? Maybe Mom should stop bitching and do something about it…like going out and getting a third job. Bum.
*eye twitches*
