oh. my. god.
another night of insomnia/insanity. instead of cleaning up after other people's messes this time, i'm doing laundry for ron's mom. there were far too many towels in the bathroom. and there were a lot of clothes in our room that were dirty, which doesn't make sense cuz i did laundry less than a week ago, but whatever.
once again, supa's keeping me company and i feel bad cuz he's not sleeping much cuz of me. between all the getting up to go to the bathroom when i'm actually able to sleep, and the nights where i don't sleep at all, this dog is constantly getting woken up.
found a roach crawling on the wall before i went to bed. that's probably what damaged my whole sleeping plan. as a matter of fact, i'm 99.9% sure that's what did it. and the funny thing is, i know EXACTLY why theres a roach on the wall, when this house hasn't had any bug issues in mad long. but no one will say anything. i buy candles, i burn insence, i clean out fridges that have fumes strong enough to kill me, i throw out beer bottles that aren't mine and ron's, and no one gets the fucking hint.
finding a bug, let alone a roach, on the wall grossed me the fuck out. mainly because i know that if there's one, there's a whole lot more some where. waiting to attack. and it's fucking disgusting. after everything that ron and i do to keep this place clean because we're preparing to bring our CHILD into this house, we have someone dirty trying their fucken hardest to make sure all of our attempts are pointless. i've never met anyone who is so incapable of practicing good basic hygiene.
i really don't know what to say/do. i don't want to be a bitch and be all "yo, you fucking stink. and because of you, there's bugs in this house. now either stop being dirty or get the fuck out." but i really kind of have no other option. and it's not just that. mindy's complaining about electrical bills, which i completely understand, she's even complained about the smell, so i know it's not just me. i'm really being more clean than i've ever been in my life. doing dishes when i have enough energy to stand long enough, cleaning instead of taking sleeping pills when i can't sleep, cleaning and folding and putting away laundry, trying to organize things down here so i can fucking live in peace. and i can't win. ronnie and i are the only ones who try to do anything to help his mother out so her house doesn't turn into a piece of shit and no one can appreciate that. dave and travis are the only ones (not including my friends) that come over and don't leave the house a mess. travis understands what its like to be left with a trashed house, cuz his friends have been doing it to him for years. and dave just has common fucking courtesy when he comes over to clean up after himself, if theres anything that he contributed to the mess. and my friends, when they come over, never come over and eat our food, or make messes, or anything like that. it's just two or three people that make me want to kill someone when i hear or see them in the house. and it's really aggravating. i don't like feeling like i can't sit in my living room cuz i can't stand the smell or the noise. i don't like regretting when ronnie's friends come over cuz i know i'm going to end up cleaining after them, whether it be pizza boxes or crusty cereal bowls or beer bottles or fast food wrappers or rotten watermelon or old ass bean dip. two 20 gallon bags of garbage. two. that's what it took to empty that fridge and clear off this table. and what does it look like now? like i did absolutely nothing.
i was on the back porch at 3 in the morning the night before last with bleach spray and paper towels cleaning the mold off the garbage can that someone left outside when they finally threw out the rotten watermelon. i cleaned it, put a bag in it, and brought it back downstairs. even made a big show of putting garbage in it in front of a certain someone. do they use it?! NO. they continue to use the table tops as a garbage spot until the housewife comes and cleans it up because she can't stand the smell or sight of it anymore.
i really hate complaining about this, but i'm pregnant. i can't be doing this shit every other night. i'm not asking for much. you're all big boys now. clean the fuck up after yourselves.
once again, supa's keeping me company and i feel bad cuz he's not sleeping much cuz of me. between all the getting up to go to the bathroom when i'm actually able to sleep, and the nights where i don't sleep at all, this dog is constantly getting woken up.
found a roach crawling on the wall before i went to bed. that's probably what damaged my whole sleeping plan. as a matter of fact, i'm 99.9% sure that's what did it. and the funny thing is, i know EXACTLY why theres a roach on the wall, when this house hasn't had any bug issues in mad long. but no one will say anything. i buy candles, i burn insence, i clean out fridges that have fumes strong enough to kill me, i throw out beer bottles that aren't mine and ron's, and no one gets the fucking hint.
finding a bug, let alone a roach, on the wall grossed me the fuck out. mainly because i know that if there's one, there's a whole lot more some where. waiting to attack. and it's fucking disgusting. after everything that ron and i do to keep this place clean because we're preparing to bring our CHILD into this house, we have someone dirty trying their fucken hardest to make sure all of our attempts are pointless. i've never met anyone who is so incapable of practicing good basic hygiene.
i really don't know what to say/do. i don't want to be a bitch and be all "yo, you fucking stink. and because of you, there's bugs in this house. now either stop being dirty or get the fuck out." but i really kind of have no other option. and it's not just that. mindy's complaining about electrical bills, which i completely understand, she's even complained about the smell, so i know it's not just me. i'm really being more clean than i've ever been in my life. doing dishes when i have enough energy to stand long enough, cleaning instead of taking sleeping pills when i can't sleep, cleaning and folding and putting away laundry, trying to organize things down here so i can fucking live in peace. and i can't win. ronnie and i are the only ones who try to do anything to help his mother out so her house doesn't turn into a piece of shit and no one can appreciate that. dave and travis are the only ones (not including my friends) that come over and don't leave the house a mess. travis understands what its like to be left with a trashed house, cuz his friends have been doing it to him for years. and dave just has common fucking courtesy when he comes over to clean up after himself, if theres anything that he contributed to the mess. and my friends, when they come over, never come over and eat our food, or make messes, or anything like that. it's just two or three people that make me want to kill someone when i hear or see them in the house. and it's really aggravating. i don't like feeling like i can't sit in my living room cuz i can't stand the smell or the noise. i don't like regretting when ronnie's friends come over cuz i know i'm going to end up cleaining after them, whether it be pizza boxes or crusty cereal bowls or beer bottles or fast food wrappers or rotten watermelon or old ass bean dip. two 20 gallon bags of garbage. two. that's what it took to empty that fridge and clear off this table. and what does it look like now? like i did absolutely nothing.
i was on the back porch at 3 in the morning the night before last with bleach spray and paper towels cleaning the mold off the garbage can that someone left outside when they finally threw out the rotten watermelon. i cleaned it, put a bag in it, and brought it back downstairs. even made a big show of putting garbage in it in front of a certain someone. do they use it?! NO. they continue to use the table tops as a garbage spot until the housewife comes and cleans it up because she can't stand the smell or sight of it anymore.
i really hate complaining about this, but i'm pregnant. i can't be doing this shit every other night. i'm not asking for much. you're all big boys now. clean the fuck up after yourselves.