jack will mourn over your dead body....okay, jack ish done now.
SO. Diana's birthday is on Tuesday, and that's means...that's right! We have to clean the house! Again! BIG FRIGGIN SURPRISE RIGHT THERE, AIN'T IT?
And everything that needs to be cleaned belongs to the little kids. And guess what? They're complaining about having to clean up. I keep telling them if they'd just put their stuff away when they're finished with it, they wouldn't HAVE to clean whenever somebody is coming over.
ME, and MOM, and CRISTINA (not that she has done anything yet, actually, she's at the mall right now...) should be the ones complaining. And they do this every time we have to clean. They'll whine, and complain, and "take breaks" which they spend more time doing than cleaning.
So I was tired and I was sitting down, and Linnea tells me start cleaning.
One: She shouldn't tell me to do anything. No matter what it is (unless, you know, I'm trying to steal her stuff, or burn the cats, or take over Switzerland).
Two: I shouldn't have to clean any of it. It's not my birthday, it's not my shit.
And three: She wasn't even cleaning then. She was playing with the dog.
Pepsi seems to be everybody's (and when I say everybody I mean Linnea and Diana) new favorite excuse. They keep playing with her, and petting her, and GUSHING OVER HER when they are supposed to be CLEANING. So while I'm picking up their crap, they're playing with the dog.
YEAH, THAT'S FAIR. And who did the dishes today? Me. And who took out the trash? Me. And I haven't been complaining, except when I said to Linnea when she tried to tell me to get up and help "I shouldn't have to be doing this, it's your stuff."
God, I need to play Halo. That would make me feel so much better.
Aaaah. That felt good.
Doug's friend is over and is hopefully going to fix the plumbing. =O Yay water in the upstairs sink!
Cousins Annika and Abram are coming over tomorrow and sleeping over until Wednesday. When mom was talking about it on the phone, she said "It's a good thing Abram doesn't mind being the only boy" and my first thought was "Yeah, because I'm there to be a guy with him". XD
Yesterday we went to see a ballet that was done by our old ballet school (we stopped going around four years ago because it was too expensive). It was called Pegasus, and it was cool. ^^; Would have been hard to be the pegasus, though...o_o
And everything that needs to be cleaned belongs to the little kids. And guess what? They're complaining about having to clean up. I keep telling them if they'd just put their stuff away when they're finished with it, they wouldn't HAVE to clean whenever somebody is coming over.
ME, and MOM, and CRISTINA (not that she has done anything yet, actually, she's at the mall right now...) should be the ones complaining. And they do this every time we have to clean. They'll whine, and complain, and "take breaks" which they spend more time doing than cleaning.
So I was tired and I was sitting down, and Linnea tells me start cleaning.
One: She shouldn't tell me to do anything. No matter what it is (unless, you know, I'm trying to steal her stuff, or burn the cats, or take over Switzerland).
Two: I shouldn't have to clean any of it. It's not my birthday, it's not my shit.
And three: She wasn't even cleaning then. She was playing with the dog.
Pepsi seems to be everybody's (and when I say everybody I mean Linnea and Diana) new favorite excuse. They keep playing with her, and petting her, and GUSHING OVER HER when they are supposed to be CLEANING. So while I'm picking up their crap, they're playing with the dog.
YEAH, THAT'S FAIR. And who did the dishes today? Me. And who took out the trash? Me. And I haven't been complaining, except when I said to Linnea when she tried to tell me to get up and help "I shouldn't have to be doing this, it's your stuff."
God, I need to play Halo. That would make me feel so much better.
Aaaah. That felt good.
Doug's friend is over and is hopefully going to fix the plumbing. =O Yay water in the upstairs sink!
Cousins Annika and Abram are coming over tomorrow and sleeping over until Wednesday. When mom was talking about it on the phone, she said "It's a good thing Abram doesn't mind being the only boy" and my first thought was "Yeah, because I'm there to be a guy with him". XD
Yesterday we went to see a ballet that was done by our old ballet school (we stopped going around four years ago because it was too expensive). It was called Pegasus, and it was cool. ^^; Would have been hard to be the pegasus, though...o_o