So. I used to like blogging. Thought it was super fun. Then I started to feel as though it was a chore. I'm not sure why. I think it was because writing had become this thing I was doing for someone else. Who, I am not sure, because nobody has ever read what I wrote. But the important thing is that I wasn't having fun and I thus stopped doing it. That isn't to say I stopped writing everywhere. Just in any sort of blog. Oh I kept writing. I've always wrote. It is the best and primary method for me to communicate my emotions. I NEED to be able to vent and rage and scream somewhere and the written word is that place. I can do it freely and without worry of hurting anyone.
Bloody hell.
I shall start with the simplest, stupidest, and MOST ANNOYING thing on my list of "Things That Are Driving Mariah To Be a Bitch". Our dishwasher is broken. It is 100% dead. At this point it even makes for a crappy drying rack because it is so old that the little spokes in it that are supposed to help keep dishes up are rusting and breaking off. Yeah, buddy! That means that we have to wash all of our dishes by hand.
Ahhhh! See that ^^^ I really am a very angry rage-filled girl. Sheesh...
Anyways. A family of 8 doing their dishes by hand. Should be rather easy. Everyone uses their own dishes, and washes them immediately after use. Ha. Ha. Hilarious. If I wasn't so mad, I'd laugh. Seriously. So nobody is doing that. Shocking. Now, if we went ahead and set up a chore chart that had folks each having a go at the WHOLE of kitchen every week alternately, that would be annoying but totally do-able. ANYTHING but this current system. Cause I'm dying inside.
They all just leave their dishes everywhere. All over in the kitchen, living room, basement you can find some grody, crusty piece of dinner ware. Eventually 1 of 3 people get fed up with the filth and actually do all of the dishes. It's always either my ma, my sister, or myself. Then as soon as whoever starts doing all of the work people suddenly start bringing forth more dishes and then hovering around in the small kitchen. I always just holler at them to get the heck out. I'll also usually leave the sink of hot soapy water for whomever eats next to be able to easily clean up their mess. But no one actually does that either! Noooo. Cause that's just soooo hard. Instead the family member in question does not even bother to rise their dish, but just drops it into the sink. So even if you wanted to wash it and clean up after their lazy ass you'll end up putting your hand into the disgusting chunky water and afterward fishing the chunks out cause otherwise they clog up the sink. FUCK THIS. Today just about killed me. I swear. Or at least, I almost killed someone. I didn't want to wash all of the dishes. I'd CRAZILY hoped that if I did everything else: rinsed and stacked the dishes, wiped the counters, set up the coffee, swept the floor, unloaded the dishwasher; that someone else would feel this urge come upon them to help out with the general household chorse. Maybe even the 13 year old who was complaining about being bored? But, nope. Couldn't get that lucky. So when I got the message my sick mother was coming home from doing all of the grocery shopping I just jumped on it to get it done and make her life that much easier, cause I knew she'd feel compelled to do it since no one else had.
Bloody hell. I yelled at Jake, when after I'd starting doing all the bloody work, he brought in a crusty cereal bowl. I told him to just get out cause I was already doing all of the work and he just... well I already told what he said. While it did make me feel upset, it also didn't cause I was just do angry. There are 8 perfectly capable people in this house and yet only 3 have been trading off on this large chore. That's pathetic.
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