The biggest procrastinator...
My mother.
Procrastination seems to be a way of life for her. She talks about doing stuff but never does anything. I have no idea what she does all day, but she claims to have been busy.
A couple of nights ago I wanted to cook some baked potatoes in the oven but she stopped me by saying that she had to clean the oven. A task that she mentioned last week and I thought she had done.
Oh no... she started to clean it about 5pm, then acted surprised when I told her I wasn't going to go ahead with the potatoes as it would be too late.
So, she decided to spray the cleaner and leave it overnight. Yesterday I got home and the oven racks were still sitting on the bench, cleaned but not replaced. She commented that she wanted to clean them again as they apparently were not to her satisfaction in certain parts. Again, she waited until I got home before washing them again. Unbelieveable!
Tonight she attempted to put the racks back in, tried for a millisecond then gave up so I had to slot them back in. It wasn't fucking hard to do!
So I haven't been able to cook anything for the last few days because she was fucking around and the kitchen benches were obstructed by racks and baking pans etc. Sandwiches for dinner it was but she fucked around tonight again
putting the baking pans etc away, so again... no cooked meal. Noodles it is then.
Honestly... she infuriates me. She has a minimum of 8 hours a day, sometimes longer, to get shit like this done during the day when it's daylight and she can probably see better. But hell no, she waits until I get home it seems, then does stuff in the gloom with a torch. Makes me want to scream!!
I don't enjoy ranting on here, but I really have no other outlet. Nobody gives a fuck about my life and what I go through.
Procrastination seems to be a way of life for her. She talks about doing stuff but never does anything. I have no idea what she does all day, but she claims to have been busy.
A couple of nights ago I wanted to cook some baked potatoes in the oven but she stopped me by saying that she had to clean the oven. A task that she mentioned last week and I thought she had done.
Oh no... she started to clean it about 5pm, then acted surprised when I told her I wasn't going to go ahead with the potatoes as it would be too late.
So, she decided to spray the cleaner and leave it overnight. Yesterday I got home and the oven racks were still sitting on the bench, cleaned but not replaced. She commented that she wanted to clean them again as they apparently were not to her satisfaction in certain parts. Again, she waited until I got home before washing them again. Unbelieveable!
Tonight she attempted to put the racks back in, tried for a millisecond then gave up so I had to slot them back in. It wasn't fucking hard to do!
So I haven't been able to cook anything for the last few days because she was fucking around and the kitchen benches were obstructed by racks and baking pans etc. Sandwiches for dinner it was but she fucked around tonight again
putting the baking pans etc away, so again... no cooked meal. Noodles it is then.
Honestly... she infuriates me. She has a minimum of 8 hours a day, sometimes longer, to get shit like this done during the day when it's daylight and she can probably see better. But hell no, she waits until I get home it seems, then does stuff in the gloom with a torch. Makes me want to scream!!
I don't enjoy ranting on here, but I really have no other outlet. Nobody gives a fuck about my life and what I go through.