I am so angry today.
Why is it that I am the only one who is supposed to work around here. By work I mean, clean, do laundry, dishes, ect. Am I that big of a doormat?
I already know the answer to that is yes, but sometimes I hate the world because of the users that I live with.
All three of my kids were told over a week ago about how this was cleaning weekend. How many cleaned? Two. But at the effort level of .5 and .5 each.
And I can't believe at how uncaring they are about our stuff. Our hard earned stuff that cost money and that we worked very hard to earn.
I found gum on the floor in numerous spots that I had to scrape and towels shoved in the back of the closet stained with food coloring from some "project" and moldy food, wet, moldy towels and makeup stains on furniture and just all kinds of junk all over the floors.
And of course no one did this stuff. It was the other sibling or... no one claimed any wrong doing. It was the house ghost, "not me".
Sometimes I just want to run away from how horrible my life is.
I want to escape this reality.
Where is that picture perfect family as seen on tv? With the perfect house, perfect car, and perfect kids? It does not exist in reality.
I want to escape this reality and I want to go live in TV Land.
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