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ok. I'm stressed as fuck today apparently. about twenty different things, I guess. and a big portion of them have to do with my adult offspring. and my hand getting mashed when the bookshelf collapsed.
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bookshelf is moving just enough out of square that the pegs don't always hold the shelves in place. four shelves WITH BOOKS ON THEM crashed onto my hand
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so my thumb and hand is fucked
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not broken at least, but hurting like hell
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and I'm still tired from yesterday, because oldest daughter drops the baby off with me at 7am so she can go to her college yoga class. gets back around 1030ish. and then has dart league on Thursdays too, so I have the baby again from 4 or so till 11 or later
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and then Bratling got sick
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and I'm just getting frustrated because this is my house and it's MY kitchen and MY FUCKING BEDROOM
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Brattiest has been hanging out in here for the last week while hubby was gone, watching tv etc
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we were supposed to do a lot of the sorting and cleaning and getting stuff ready for goodwill last week. I get that she has a small baby. duh, i have to babysit her or hold her while she takes smoke breaks, etc
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which is just it. I did some of the work, but she barely touched a thing or lifted a finger to even clean up after herself last week
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and when she hands the baby off to me, then it limits how much I can accomplish. if there are two of us, how can we spend so much time not getting shit done? -_-
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and yeah, the whole spending so much time in MY BEDROOM
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I gave up my old office to her so she could have a bedroom where no one would walk through and wake the baby (she was staying in the old tv room, but you have to walk through that to get to the garage or downstairs office/classroom)
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so there. she gets a private bedroom. that's great for her and the baby. except now she's also spending all this time in my bedroom and I'm not getting any quiet just me time
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she's always got a tv on or something
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and she's right here
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and on top of that, she leaves her shit right here in my room when she's done unless her dad is coming home. she'll clean for him but I guess I don't yell loud enough or I don't matter -_-
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and I have a few small kitchen rules, because they piss me off and disrupt my routine if they don't do them
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you don't leave the fucking dishwasher open except when you're loading or unloading it
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(because i'm a fucking klutz and will walk right into it and trip, damnit)
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you don't leave things stacked on the kitchen island because that's for food prep and cooking and we have how many other counters in the kitchen? leave that one clear so people can cook if they need to
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stack the fucking dirty dishes to the left of the sink. don't put it IN THE SINK unless it's soaking. and if it is soaking, it goes in the lefthand sink
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the right hand one is for clean ones as they dry
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and don't you ever fucking dare put a damned thing in the tiny center one. that is so even if the other sinks are full, you can still wash your hands or use the sink (and it's where the garbage disposal is)
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don't stack your plates over it, either.
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and don't drain the hamburger grease into my sink, damnit. we have clogs now because Brattiest doesn't listen and hasn't broken herself of that habit yet in the 7 months since she moved back in)
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and throw your fucking cheese wrappers and cans and other kitchen trash away. there might be a one person cooks another person does dishes rule, but trash pickup is part of cooking
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also. yall know I do the dishes at 930 or 10 when I go upstairs for the last time of the night. don't dirty the counter or leave dishes on random kitchen counters AFTER I have cleaned for the night
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because your dad will go down and see them and yell at me that I didn't clean the fucking kitchen before bed
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and speaking of your dad... dear hubby. fuck off. I don't care how tired you are, too. if it's after 10pm and I came upstairs, you ask for me to bring you something BEFORE I COME UP
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don't you dare ask me to go back down after I just came up
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ain't doing it at 10pm or later. get it yourself or fuck off and do without
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slumps I had to get that out