January 2nd, 2002

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Minor annoyances...

Got a question to ask around the LJ crew and see if anybody can come up with a solution.

Here's the thing. Around here, the two major tasks are cooking dinner and doing the dishes. It's expected that the person cooking dinner will attempt to clean up after themselves (putting the can opener away, wiping the counter when they make a mess, making sure cooking dishes make it over to the sink, and things like that.) The person doing dishes (usually) has to put away dinner, get the dishes in the dishwasher, and clean off the counter, as well as putting things away.

So, a few nights ago, we had mashed potatoes. And Mom walked into the kitchen after dinner and found quite the disaster area with regards to them, and Jill got in trouble. And rightly so, we'd just gotten the lecture the night before about what was expected.

Tonight, we had mashed potatoes again. And it was a fscking disaster area again. She didn't learn at all from the last time. And I've cleaned it all up, but it annoys me she can get away with this.

My mom says to warn her, and if it happens again, that one of two things will happen. Either my sister and I will have to both cook and do dishes together (which will result in fights, which get us into more trouble...you can't win around here) or one of us will cook and do dishes on the same night (which can, depending on what's being cooked, eat six or seven hours at times.) Neither are optimal solutions, and both involve punishing me for what are my sister's transgressions.

But at the same time, I'm tired of her not listening to what Mom says, and cleaning up after her.

So...what do I do?

[Oh yeah, general note, this is just a minor annoyance, and I'm still in a damned good mood...]
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pissed, angry

and my mother is the fastest ruiner of any good mood I have...

I hate living here. I hate it that when I bring up a complaint, they always find some reason why I shouldn't be complaining. There's always some reason why I'm not perfect.

My sister has a bad habit of leaving her clothes in the laundry. She doesn't manage to get them taken care of in a timely manner. I only have two pairs of jeans. You can see where this becomes a problem, I hope.

And this is like every single time.

So I go to complain to my mother about this, and you know what she says? She says, "What about your room?" My room doesn't fucking get in the way of other people taking care of what they need to get done.

I hate her, sometimes, I really do.

Anyway, I'm off to bed now, and crying my way to sleep tonight. After five days of the most perfect mood.

I hate my life at times. :P
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