Note to the 'Rents
Okay, so if anyone's looking for stuff that used to be on the dining room table, TOUGH SHIT. You told me to "pile it at one end of the table and [you'd] deal with it later," so that's what I did.
Well, guess what? Your pile of stuff kept growing, so I got rid of all my stuff and put it away, then took all your stuff, put it in a bag, and placed it in a spot where you have no choice but to deal with it.
And asking me "....are you leaving that table cloth there?" like I'm a 5 year old who doesn't know where things go? Fuck you. You said you were going to wash it two weeks ago and it's been sitting in the corner on top of my stuff all this time. So don't you dare sit there while watching TV and pull that mother-tone on me.
Fuck you.
NCIS and Dancing with the Stars are apparently more important than helping your daughter clear off the table so she can have room to work. You don't get to dictate ANYTHING.
And the next time you try to get on my case about not helping you clean or keep things tidy? Piss right the fuck off.
P.S. Also? "Yeah, I know *long suffering sigh*" is NOT the acceptable answer to me pointing to your birthday gifts - which have been sitting on the dining room table SINCE YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY, by the way - and telling you they need to put somewhere else. Just, you know. FYI.
Well, guess what? Your pile of stuff kept growing, so I got rid of all my stuff and put it away, then took all your stuff, put it in a bag, and placed it in a spot where you have no choice but to deal with it.
And asking me "....are you leaving that table cloth there?" like I'm a 5 year old who doesn't know where things go? Fuck you. You said you were going to wash it two weeks ago and it's been sitting in the corner on top of my stuff all this time. So don't you dare sit there while watching TV and pull that mother-tone on me.
Fuck you.
NCIS and Dancing with the Stars are apparently more important than helping your daughter clear off the table so she can have room to work. You don't get to dictate ANYTHING.
And the next time you try to get on my case about not helping you clean or keep things tidy? Piss right the fuck off.
P.S. Also? "Yeah, I know *long suffering sigh*" is NOT the acceptable answer to me pointing to your birthday gifts - which have been sitting on the dining room table SINCE YOUR FUCKING BIRTHDAY, by the way - and telling you they need to put somewhere else. Just, you know. FYI.