My grandparents came over for dinner. Gram proceeded to tell me I could help out and clean up the house during the day while I am home. I retaliated by explaining to her I do NOT sit on my ass all day, contrary to what everyone seems to want to think. I explained it was not my mess, I do pick up everyone else’s shit if/when my boys pull it out (why isn’t it put away anyway???) and she goes on to say how I live here too and I should help. Well fuck me running! I have taken over my parents finances, make dinner almost every night, I’ve cleaned the kitchen three times now, only to have shit all over the counters again within 24 hours, so um, no, I will NOT do it again. I will also not cook in a kitchen that looks like that. Not only is there no prep space, but it winds up dirty.

I don’t see how everyone else’s mess, how the couch always looks like ass b/c people fucking sleep on it and not in their own beds, and all the shit they deposit on my counters is my problem.

I’ve spent about 2 weeks doing laundry that never ends. I had the laundry area cleaned and no more and then it all came back and then some. I said fuck you all. I’m not doing it. I asked my brother to fold the laundry three days ago. I took some in to fold yesterday and the laundry I asked him to fold was sitting there wrinkled. He folded three things.

I can’t do it. They cleaned EVERYTHING downstairs two days ago, and it’s already all out again and looking like shit. I mean cleaned it. Cleaned it enough that my mom could actually mop the floor, all of it (the entire downstairs is tiled). And it’s all out again. The couch was cleaned off, and 1/3 of it is covered again (it’s a pit sofa, so it has a love seat, a section that seats 3-4 and then another section that seats 3, and the loveseat part is covered in crap again).

I am envious of people who can keep clean homes.

I admit it, our apt looked like shit. I stopped cleaning. No one put their stuff away. I figured hell, we’ve got 8 people here, but all but two of them are big enough to pick up after themselves. And my two more or less keep their mess to their room, so their toys are not all over the living room.

I clean the bedroom in the morning, and by night I have to do it again, it’s all over the floor again. I clean/straighten the desk (which now houses the printer, and financial stuff for all of us) and by night it’s all disorganized again.

I am just so tired and I am so tired of hearing about it. No fucking shit our house looks like a pit. No fucking shit it’s embarrassing, and no fucking shit I don’t want anyone here. I go to other people’s homes and it’s clean. Wow. Stuff all has a place.

Maybe we just have too much crap.

Wow, end rant I hope.

I had some other stuff to mention, but typing that all out made me not feel like it.