I am so sick of my life!
When I was a little girl I wanted to grow up to be three things; #1 A mom (Boy I sure had a rosey, unrealistic idea of what motherhood meant), #2 A teacher and #3 a nurse.
Well, here I am, all grown up and I am two of the three, a Mother, and a teacher.
But what I never counted on growing up to be, above anything else, was a slave.
That is my main job description, general slave. No matter where I go, I am charged with picking up everyone else's slack.
At work, I am given the jobs that no one else wants, and most of the time I don't complain, but I hate hate HATE recess duty and I am not above whining to get out of it.
At home, I am completely taken for granted. I am the one expected to do everything while everyone else kicks back and relaxes because THEY had a hard day, or they're tired, or sick, or bored, or restless, the list can go on and one.
Why is it my job to do everything? Why am I the one in charge of making the world go around? Why am I the only one capable of putting a dish in the dishwasher? Why am I the only one capable of cleaning the bathrooms, scrubbing toilets, sweeping kitchens, dusting furniture, putting the miscellaneous papers away that are accumulated in life, why am I the only one capable of doing ANYTHING????
And why is it that if I beg for help I am ignored, if I command, I am screamed at and called names and told I am mean and horrible, and why if I break down and throw a fit and DEMAND that someone help me, I am told I am bitchy and crabby and being a jerk???
Why is it so much to ask for someone to be responsible for themselves around here?
If you are in charge of the laundry, then DO IT! Don't sort the laundry into piles that you leave there for weeks, and assume your job is done! Actually wash it, dry it, and put it away, and don't get mad at me if I pick up all your scattered piles and put them back in the hamper after I get sick of walking on clothing for a week. If you are going to go around telling the whole world YOU do the laundry, then don't assume that just sorting it into piles constitutes "Doing the laundry".
If you are going to cook, try not to use every dish, pan, pot, and tray in the dang house. Don't leave piles of crumbs or food all over the counters, at least be kind enough to semi clean up after yourself. If you use the grill, clean it up and put it away, don't leave it there for three weeks.
If you play games, put them away when you're done, really...it takes two seconds, it won't kill you.
DO NOT leave your matchbox cars on the stairs!!!!!
Shut the blasted door!
Take two seconds to check your pants pockets before you drop them in the middle of the hallway and claim that they are in the laundry. I am sick and tired of pulling all of your toys, receipts, change, etc. out of your pockets.
When you are done with your homework, put it back in the folder and back in your backpack, don't leave it all over the table.
When I ask you to pick up your toys that are spread all over the living room, pick up ALL of them, not just the first one or two you happen across. Don't scream at me and call me names, you know you aren't supposed to play in there in the first place, please play in your room, or the family room. I need at least one room that doesn't make me feel humiliated when surprise company drops by, is that so much to ask?
HANG YOUR FREAKIN COAT UP! Or at least take it to your bedroom. My furniture is not your coat rack! I am sick to death of tripping over coats, backpacks, and shoes!!!!
When you actually do what you are supposed to, and take your shoes off at the door, don't put them on top of MY shoes. I really hate going to put my shoes on and #1 having to wipe them off first because they are covered in water and salt, and #2 putting my foot into a sopping wet shoe because all the snow has melted off of your shoe and dripped down into mine.
When you come home from work and drop your gargantuan lunch bag on the counter, after you empty it out, set it in the corner where it goes, it doesn't take any effort at all and it saves me from wanting to kill you. Rinse your dang dishes out so that I don't have to die from the stench when I go to put it in the dishwasher because you couldn't be bothered, even though you had to walk right past it to get to the sink.
Don't expect me to drop everything and make out with you. I am already irritated with you because you dumped your wet coat on my chair, and left your dang lunchbox on the counter and your dirty dish in the sink, not to mention the opened bills on the table and your muddy shoes on the kitchen floor instead of the shoe tray.
When you are done with your cereal and dump the last little bit down the drain, turn the water on and flip the disposal on for a second. Rotting cereal and spoiled milk spell really unpleasant, and dried milk is a pain to scrub out of the sink.
You know, I could go on forever, but I have moved from anger to tears now. I feel defeated and abused. I am tired of being called mean, and bitchy simply for asking over and over and over and over and over and over and over for people to do the simple little things for themselves that would make my life so much simpler.
I'm tired too, I had a hard day too, I have MANY other things I would rather be doing that cleaning up everyone else's messes. All I ask is for a little help, I don't want you to spend your whole life cleaning, or doing chores, just put your dish in the dishwasher, put your coat and backpack in your bedroom, keep your toys out of the living room.
I'm not asking for a kidney, just courtesy.
Sunday, January 18, 2009
I am so sick of my life!