So, it's been a while and I thought I'd treat you all to how my wonderful life has been going so far here.
Well, it's always bitching from mom and talks from dad since I got here. To mom, the house is never clean enough, it's 'my fault' that the tub is dirty so I should clean it, I don't vacuum the house enough, I don't wash dishes enough, I don't help enough with supper... And on it goes. Today it was all about the bottles. I woke up late, but so did she of course, and I find that she brought the bags of bottles inside and has them laying in the middle of the floor, in front of the kitchen. So I get breakfast and she comes up to me and asks why I haven't gotten at the bottles. Well, duh. I just woke up. Anyways, as the day goes on, I empty the dishwasher and she goes out shopping. It's getting late and after 7pm, so I look through some cookbooks and start making supper. She gets home and obviously the bottles haven't been done, so I get hell for that. Nothing special about making supper. -_- And so after supper it's late and I start cleaning Cali's cage, then I go to watch my show, which is only an hour long, and she walks in. "Oh, that looks nice," she said. "Sitting here while the bottles haven't been touched." I just rolled my eyes and tried to listen into my show while she yells at me about everything. My comment; "You're welcome for supper." And did I ever pay for that remark. I get no thank yous for anything around here and when I do something, it's never done good enough for her. I mean, I've pretty much given up after the years.
Well, that's all that I wanted to get off my chest. Farewell.
~Kay
 Kiarrii · Sat Mar 15, 2008 @ 10:52am · 0 Comments |
