The Queen of Clean
I have been cleaning the whole freakin’ house for a week now and no one has helped me with anything. After some intense nagging I finally got my little brother to sweep out some of the garage, and the only reason why my sister’s helping today is because she finally remembered that Janine is staying in her room. Grandma’s been really out of it, which isn’t anything new. She just shuffles around the house in her socks and flip flops and I think that she purposely waits and watches me cleaning something, and then when she sees that I’m almost done with it, she’ll come up and ask me if she can help with what I’m doing. “What? You’re almost done with that? Oh well then I guess that I can’t really help with anything… I guess I'll just go play cards or watch my programs...”
It’s so silly. Grandma is dad’s mom, and he constantly makes fun of her. He told me that now that he’s been around her and isn’t seeing her from a distance, he doesn’t know where his mother went. She’s just this hollow shell, a crazy old lady who acts like a child and only wants to eat chocolate, gamble (but we won’t drive her to a casino, so she can’t), watch her shows, recycle, and have someone drive her to taco bell. … My dad told me that if he ever gets to be like that, he wants me to shoot him right away. I really don’t blame him, and hope that if I ever do get to be as old as my grandma, that I won’t be an insane 80-year-old the way that she is. I mean, I know I’ll be crazy, but I don’t want to be angry at the world, and only talk to and be around people when I absolutely have to, and refuse to go into the chapel at my grandbaby’s wedding simply because I don’t think my hair looks right. And she killed my plants!!! I’m so mad. We told her not to touch them, but she thought that she was helping by watering them at least twice a day, and that it wouldn’t hurt if she recycled Claire and Sam’s syrup from breakfast plates by putting it in the plants. Geez. The only reason why she’ll even get close to the computer is because I taught her how to play solitaire on it.
By the time dad got home from work, I had already cleaned everything spotless and I was so fed up with everyone in my family that I just sat in my room and cried for a while. I decided not to go with everyone else to pick up Eric and Janine from the airport.
That’s the day that I began going over to Sarah’s house every day. Sometimes when I get mad I turn into a clean freak, and since there was absolutely nothing else to clean in my house, I went over to hers with all my cleaning supplies. Don was sitting on the couch, Sarah was picking up her room, and Will was doing dishes. After calming down, Sarah and I sat in her room making chocolate kiss roses, and waiting for Patty and Al to show up.
I think that tomorrow’s Valentine’s day is going to suck, just like it has for me every year. I mean, today (friday the 13th) is a holiday that I always have much more fun and excitement on than tomorrow. It’s just going to be nothing special. Maybe next year will be different?
When everyone came over, we all started cleaning the kitchen like mad. I mean, Sarah Don and Will live in a trailer that’s over 20 years old, and it looks like parts of the kitchen have never been cleaned. I mean, you couldn’t walk through most of it; thick layers of dirt and grease on everything, little trinket crap everywhere, part of the floor behind the stove you couldn’t step on because of water rot, and while we were going through things, the cat caught at least four mice. Good job, Brody. Even though that sounds scary, I loved every inch of it. I actually just got home; it's like 4 in the morning? Well, the whole thing was really therapeutic and when we were done (around 3am), the whole thing looked a lot better. Now I just have to start on the rest of their house.
-- It’s funny how enjoyable cleaning other people’s houses is, in comparison to your own. Maybe because no one is asking you to do it…
It’s so silly. Grandma is dad’s mom, and he constantly makes fun of her. He told me that now that he’s been around her and isn’t seeing her from a distance, he doesn’t know where his mother went. She’s just this hollow shell, a crazy old lady who acts like a child and only wants to eat chocolate, gamble (but we won’t drive her to a casino, so she can’t), watch her shows, recycle, and have someone drive her to taco bell. … My dad told me that if he ever gets to be like that, he wants me to shoot him right away. I really don’t blame him, and hope that if I ever do get to be as old as my grandma, that I won’t be an insane 80-year-old the way that she is. I mean, I know I’ll be crazy, but I don’t want to be angry at the world, and only talk to and be around people when I absolutely have to, and refuse to go into the chapel at my grandbaby’s wedding simply because I don’t think my hair looks right. And she killed my plants!!! I’m so mad. We told her not to touch them, but she thought that she was helping by watering them at least twice a day, and that it wouldn’t hurt if she recycled Claire and Sam’s syrup from breakfast plates by putting it in the plants. Geez. The only reason why she’ll even get close to the computer is because I taught her how to play solitaire on it.
By the time dad got home from work, I had already cleaned everything spotless and I was so fed up with everyone in my family that I just sat in my room and cried for a while. I decided not to go with everyone else to pick up Eric and Janine from the airport.
That’s the day that I began going over to Sarah’s house every day. Sometimes when I get mad I turn into a clean freak, and since there was absolutely nothing else to clean in my house, I went over to hers with all my cleaning supplies. Don was sitting on the couch, Sarah was picking up her room, and Will was doing dishes. After calming down, Sarah and I sat in her room making chocolate kiss roses, and waiting for Patty and Al to show up.
I think that tomorrow’s Valentine’s day is going to suck, just like it has for me every year. I mean, today (friday the 13th) is a holiday that I always have much more fun and excitement on than tomorrow. It’s just going to be nothing special. Maybe next year will be different?
When everyone came over, we all started cleaning the kitchen like mad. I mean, Sarah Don and Will live in a trailer that’s over 20 years old, and it looks like parts of the kitchen have never been cleaned. I mean, you couldn’t walk through most of it; thick layers of dirt and grease on everything, little trinket crap everywhere, part of the floor behind the stove you couldn’t step on because of water rot, and while we were going through things, the cat caught at least four mice. Good job, Brody. Even though that sounds scary, I loved every inch of it. I actually just got home; it's like 4 in the morning? Well, the whole thing was really therapeutic and when we were done (around 3am), the whole thing looked a lot better. Now I just have to start on the rest of their house.
-- It’s funny how enjoyable cleaning other people’s houses is, in comparison to your own. Maybe because no one is asking you to do it…