I going to start re-posting this topic much too often. I know it.
Well, we got a four-day Vacation from school, to which lots of people celebrated. Except me. Who has to spend two extra days with my family. Joy joy and more joy. We got into a fight the first day I had off, and now we're starting again today. Aparently, although I do about 40% of the work around to house, I don't do enough work around here. I'm "Lazy."
This coming from someone who lies in bed all day, complains about every little problem with her, and is constantly making me do her work.
This month:
Mowing the yard, cleaning the kitchen, washing out all our pans, cleaning out the cabinets, putting the crap load of dishes we had back, watching her kids, and taking care of her dog.
So, we ended up getting into a fight because I just wanted to mow the back where it was tall(Half out grass is that short bright green gras that doesn't grow more than an inch) and she started yelling about how lazy I was and asking how i'd feel if I were hurt and unable to even go to work.
Well you know what? I'd feel pretty damn good to lay around all day complaining and making people feel sorry for me while pretending I do absolutely all the work around the house.
I ended up going in my room and reading this book I checked out called "Counterfeit Son" which is a pretty good book, considering how every bit of paranoia that kid has is what I go through EVERY day. I don't feel so alone at least. Yay!
Well, we got a four-day Vacation from school, to which lots of people celebrated. Except me. Who has to spend two extra days with my family. Joy joy and more joy. We got into a fight the first day I had off, and now we're starting again today. Aparently, although I do about 40% of the work around to house, I don't do enough work around here. I'm "Lazy."
This coming from someone who lies in bed all day, complains about every little problem with her, and is constantly making me do her work.
This month:
Mowing the yard, cleaning the kitchen, washing out all our pans, cleaning out the cabinets, putting the crap load of dishes we had back, watching her kids, and taking care of her dog.
So, we ended up getting into a fight because I just wanted to mow the back where it was tall(Half out grass is that short bright green gras that doesn't grow more than an inch) and she started yelling about how lazy I was and asking how i'd feel if I were hurt and unable to even go to work.
Well you know what? I'd feel pretty damn good to lay around all day complaining and making people feel sorry for me while pretending I do absolutely all the work around the house.
I ended up going in my room and reading this book I checked out called "Counterfeit Son" which is a pretty good book, considering how every bit of paranoia that kid has is what I go through EVERY day. I don't feel so alone at least. Yay!
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